A television writer (Matthew Broderick), holding on to a job at a sitcom no one seems to like, struggles to keep his drinking, drugging and gambling at bay. In a desperate, last-ditch ploy to save his marriage -- which it goes without saying is on the rocks -- he heads to Las Vegas. To find his niece. Who is a hooker. Except she likes her job and doesn't want to leave. Hilarity ensues?
The recent film "Michael Clayton," about a lawyer well-paid to clean up the messes of others, could easily be read as an allegory of self-examination by its creator, Tony Gilroy, a longtime Hollywood script doctor. Peter Tolan, a longtime writer for both film and television, makes his feature directing debut here, and obviously means "Finding Amanda" to act as some kind of parable in the same way. The Hollywood hack, full of vice, self-loathing and needing redemption, finds that an actual prostitute has more pride in herself and her work than he does. Written with more bite, the premise might hold up, but as executed here by Tolan, it is a soft-hearted, haphazard mess.
