A moreish tale of early 60s paranoia with a jazzy premise - aging banker gets 'reborn' with a new identity as a hip painter and a hot new bod - sadly, it is relentlessly serious-face, trying hard to be an Orwellian commentary on identity, totalitarianism and the dehumanisation of corporate culture and technology yada yada... all the time you're kinda just hoping he'll relax and go with it. Dude, you're an artist with a frikkin beach-front house and naked life-models throwing themselves at you, don't fight it.