Michael King is a seedy writer of sleazy pulp genre novels under a half dozen sensational pseudonyms whose ambition is to dictate 10,000 words per minute to stenographers a la Earle Stanley Gardner. He's recruited by the agent of Preston Gilbert, a quirky ex-Hollywood star currently living reclusively in exile in Malta, to help him write his biography. Despite being pursued by an enigmatic hit man, Gilbert has a large entourage of eccentrics and remains an inveterate practical joker. After Gilbert is eventually murdered by an apparent priest, King tries to stay alive himself while interacting with a variety of idiosyncratic characters including an ersatz princess, a henpecked clairvoyant, and a cross-dressing hit man. Written by
G. Taverney (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Pulp means paperback books and pulverized bodies. Mickey King writes pulp, lives pulp and very soon could be pulp.
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In his narration, Michael Caine claims that five people were in their graves, as a result of the proceedings of the movie, but there were actually six: Preston Gilbert; the singer at Preston's banquet; the accordionist at the banquet; the servant at the poolside shooting ("the projectionist," according to Nadia Cassini); the old Italian who directed Caine to the beach; and of course, Jack Miller. See more
Suddenly I was a cop lover. They couldn't keep me at that station long enough. I needed time to think and a place to do it. The killer had tried to get me as well. I wasn't a joke anymore. Gilbert didn't laugh all the way to the mortuary.
The words "The End" are 'incorrectly' typed and appear as "The Enf1/2". See more
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