"David Hoffman had the camera!" the advertisements shriek. "Murray King had the guts!" All this hysterical flackery is on behalf of an ersatz documentary called King, Murray, which pompously passes itself off as a piece of "spontaneous fiction."
Hoffman and his co-film maker Jonathan Gordon focus blurrily on a corpulent little insurance hustler from Long Island named Murray King. In the cinéma vérité manner, they track him with camera and sound equipment from his office through some endless conferences to a business vacation at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas, all the while mocking their subject and his legion of clients, chippies and...
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