Songwriter seeks schizophrenic cousin. Object: fame and fortune.
Just because Dahlia Green makes a living (sort of) as a masseuse doesn’t mean she’s a failure in status-obsessed Los Angeles. Not yet. Hey, didn’t her least favorite client, obnoxious but rich slob and film producer Marty Melman, say he was making a movie with the same title as a song she wrote decades ago with her crazy cousin Sunny? Stay By My Side, it was called. And since Marty needs a song for the movie and can spare five minutes of his valuable time to listen to it, Dahlia is off to find that old tape, if the mice haven’t eaten it. And if she can locate an old reel-to-reel to play it on. And come to think of it, she’d better track down Sunny. Joy of joys, Marty likes the song, but Sunny will have to sign the contract if he’s going to use it. Can’t have her showing up and suing for damages, get the picture? Dahlia gets it . . . and she’s off to a group home for the mentally ill in northern California. Horror of horrors, is that sad-looking woman with the bizarre hairdo really Sunny? Yes . . . and she’s none too pleased about being found. What about fame and fortune? Dahlia asks. What about the voices in my head? Sunny responds. Nonetheless, Dahlia decides to gain her cousin’s trust and encourage her to write and sing once more, though Sunny is given to decidedly uninspired philosophizing on the subject: “Great songs come from you really, truly telling your story, and if you tell your story, you tell everyone else’s story, too. Because in the end people are all the same.” And in the end, Tin Pan Alley turns into Memory Lane as the reunited pair come to terms with their past (and their present and their future).
Routine fare, from the author of When I Fall In Love (1999) and similar showbiz tear-jerkers.