This freaky, astutely riddlesome LA drama has been compared to David Lynch's Mulholland Drive. Its deliberately obtuse plot and meta-fictional bent also owes something to David Cronenberg's eXistenZ, Spike Jonze's Adaptation and that most sublime of nightmares, TV's The Larry Sanders Show. Whatever else, director-writer John August has great taste - if he steals, he steals from the best.
The story starts on a hot summer day, with a cute, successful TV actor Gary (Ryan Reynolds) accidentally burning his house down. After taking crack with a whore, he discovers his belly-button is missing. Does this mean he is God? Or that is he going ga-ga?
He gets placed under house arrest by his giggly, peculiar new PR (Melissa McCarthy), has a fling with a neighbour (Hope Davis), sees the number nine everywhere and gets freaked out by a deaf girl in a bus shelter.
Then it's all change, as we meet Gavin, a feted, gay TV writer (Reynolds again), about to make a pilot for a drama series called Knowing, which features a deaf girl and an actress (McCarthy again) who's not at all to the liking of one of the network chiefs (Davis again). A reality TV show is following the pilot's progress. It's Gavin, however, who's in for a reality check.