I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Tells a fascinating and unsettling true story, and does so well, without pretending to have all the answers.

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

I enjoyed watching this film and would recommend other to give it a try , (as I am) but this movie, although enjoyable to watch due to the better than average acting fails to add anything new to its storyline that is all too familiar to these types of movies.

The Muse (1999): Dir: Albert Brooks / Cast: Albert Brooks, Sharon Stone, Andie MacDowell, Jeff Bridges, Mark Feuerstein: Delightful romp showing how much a person may have to give before receiving. It regards inspiration and stars Albert Brooks as a screenwriter rejected by executives. His wife is supportive and recommends that he talk to his award winning friend, played by Jeff Bridges. Sharon Stone enters as a muse who inspired Bridges, now she is set up with Brooks. Eventually she moves into his house where she begins to influence his wife. Funny and surprising with Brooks's touch of placing characters in the midst of reality and exaggeration just as he did with Mother. Stone proves that she can be funny but here she is also intriguing and a complete mystery to those observing her. Brooks is at best with funny dialogue, which he delivers with superb comic wit. Andie MacDowell is great as his wife drawn to inspiration as well. She eventually concludes to Brooks, "Now I know you're not having an affair. You never loved anyone who made you run that many errands." Jeff Bridges rounds out the cast as the advice giving filmmaker sharing the source of his success. Mark Feuerstein plays an executive struggling to get Brooks refocused. Underrated comedy that proves to be one of Brooks's best. Great comedy with hilarious Hollywood insight. Score: 10 / 10

I asked my friend as we watched this movie what it was about Sharon Stone's performance that was so weirdly off-putting, and she hit it immediately: Stone is supposed to be cute when her type is inescapably that of a femme fatale. Take that scene where she sucks on the end of a straw without handling it. She's trying to look adorable, but comes off like a cat keeping an eye out for prey.Stone, so perfect in "Basic Instinct" and "Casino," kills this comedy with her unretractable claws, but it would have been sickly even without her. Albert Brooks co-wrote, directed and starred in this Hollywood satire, a kind of weak sister to Robert Altman's "The Player." This one's about a whiny screenwriter (Brooks) whose career is hitting the skids and who needs inspiration which he finds in Sarah Little (Stone), who claims to be a real-life Muse out of Greek mythology. Brooks's friend and fellow screenwriter (Jeff Bridges) swears by her, and so do a number of other Hollywood luminaries who appear as themselves in surprise cameos. But her services come with expensive and eccentric demands, from a $1700-a-day hotel suite to a Waldorf salad at 3 A.M. Worse, she insinuates herself into his family life and inspires his wife (Andie MacDowell) to start up a cookie business.I say "worse" because this subplot gives us terrible scenes with Stone and MacDowell. Stone cannot convincingly play a nurturing friend to another woman, and MacDowell cannot play comedy. We fancy an unintended subtext: the Muse really wants to claw out the wife's eyes; and the wife expresses her disdain by speaking robotically and using exaggerated facial expressions. These two are so bad we almost forget that Brooks is also awful. His performance would be spot-on if he were parodying a whiny Jewish comedian, but he merely is one.Some independent movies have small audiences because they don't pander, while others like "The Muse" have small audiences because they deserve them. Who cares about this inside-baseball stuff anyway? Leonard Maltin says Brooks's "gibes at Hollywood are priceless", but oh how I didn't laugh at how difficult it is to meet with Steven Spielberg, and oh how my sides stayed unsplit by how show-biz types will belittle your humanitarian award. Plenty of Hollywood satires like "The Player" draw us in and fascinate us. But Brooks's "priceless" "gibes" sound like an insider chortling to himself while expecting other insiders to chortle along with him. Meanwhile, outsiders stare blankly at the screen. As for the whimsy, I quote Otis Ferguson on the light touch of fantasy in "The Wizard of Oz": "It weighs like a pound of fruit cake soaking wet."

Writer/Director/Star Albert Brooks and co-writer Monica Johnson's somewhat jaundiced view ofachievement and success in Hollywood is the inspiration for this movie. While a bit gimmicky and aimless,it is still quite funny and satisfies in a way he's known for doing(Lost in America,Defending Your Life and Mother spring to mind for me personally).Writer Steven Miller has won what seems to be his umpteenth Humanitarian award for his work in the industry,and being a longtime veteran of penning scripts that get critical acclaim but receive little or no commercial reward,he finds himself at a crossroads for his career. In a moment of personal breakdown in front of his friend Jack(Jeff Bridges,very good in something just a little bit more than a cameo here) recommends that he use the services of a beautiful and spoiled woman named Sarah(Sharon Stone,very fine here),whose exact job is to be a Muse,or inspiration,for artists to do their most successful work. Reluctant at first,Steven takes the Muse in and,after running through hoops for her in ways that seem not worth the effort,his script inspiration takes a commercial(if not quality)turn for the seemingly better. Things complicate when Steven's wife Laura(Andie MacDowall,who rarely seems different in any role she does anymore)ferrets out Sarah,thinking he's husband is having an affair with her. He isn't,and the two become friends,and Sarah's artistic inspiration rubs off on Laura as well.A skewering of the Hollywood industry is served up in the first half of the movie,followed by the last half being somewhat of an actualization story. Uneven? Sure. But the material is kept light enough to please anyone's dry grown-up humor,particularly one who value's Brooks' style.

I thought this film was utterly dire. Its satire was weak and horribly, horribly self-indulgent (why have there been so many films and TV shows made about screenwriters? how many writers do we know in the 'real' world?! why do we care?! why was Pacey more popular than Dawson in Dawson's Creek, etc., etc.). The "funnily bad" idea they build up for a movie within the movie isn't funnily bad - it's just bad (if you want funnily bad ideas for movies you only have to watch the first shot of The Player to see what can be done). The cameos are improbable and unconvincing. The plot is atrocious. And it has a happy ending.Sharon Stone *almost* saves it, but not quite.And then you finish it and think, was that the joke? Is the whole joke of the movie that the movie itself is an utterly, utterly dreadful, perfectly *bad* Hollywood hash-up? Is it, in fact, a masterpiece of knowing, well crafted high art? If that was the point, it fails even at doing that, because it's not even memorably bad.I wanted to like this film. I couldn't. Watch the Player, rather than this movie which feels like Albert Brooks pompously declaring his genius to the world.