We gave it a B+
In yet another Holly wood-is-dumb satire, Philip, Claire, and Gilbert are struggling writers who hit it big when Joel Silver-like producer Bobby Spellman (”his gaze held a calculated hint of menace as though to say, ‘I like you at the moment but reserve the right to crush you”’) hires them to adapt a classic WWII novel for closeted megastar Stephen Donato. When Donato’s aunt plans to out the actor in a tell-all book, a smitten Philip poses as the aunt’s ghostwriter to protect his crush. Sitcom writer Joe Keenan (Frasier, Out of Practice) achieves a silly-but-smart tone: Gilbert reworks Casablanca, puts the trio’s names on it, and fools most of Hollywood. What My Lucky Star lacks in novelty it makes up for in pure snark.