You could sketch out the story of "Get Him to the Greek" on the back of a cocktail napkin -- that's probably how it was written in the first place -- and you'd get most of it right. Take a preening English rock star on the down slope of a once-huge career and a shlubby American talent agent trying to make his bones. Give them 36 hours to get from London to New York to a concert at L.A.'s Greek Theater. Interrupt as necessary with booze, drugs, trashy nightclubs, unscheduled visits to Vegas and floozies of various nationalities. Give the agent a hard-ass boss with the affect and personality of Sean "P. Diddy" Combs. OK, make it be Sean Combs.
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