In this droll caper, Michael Caine is a pulp hack prone to appropriately lush prose (”His face was like a crushed red pepper”) who’s hired to ghost ex-Hollywood star Rooney’s autobiography. The pleasures in Pulp are director Mike Hodges’ shaggy-dog script and Rooney’s buoyant performance. Playing a character famed for his Cagneyesque gangsters, the middle-aged actor moves with a youthful ease and crispness, turning shtick (shadowboxing and preening in front of a mirror) into comic gold. It’s almost enough to forgive his awful Mr. Yunioshi.
EXTRAS None. B+