Children's author-turned-crime novelist Jack (Simon Pegg) is a paranoid wreck thanks to the morbid research he's carried out for his Victorian serial killer books. However, when his agent and a mysterious Hollywood executive take an interest in a film script what should be a big break morphs into a confrontation with his greatest fears.. and a terrifying visit to a laundrette. Debut directors Crispian 'Kula Shaker' Mills and Chris Hopewell fashion a black comedy with Pegg firing on all cylinders at its dark heart.
Workaholic children's author-turned-Victorian crime novelist Jack (Pegg) is one giant nervous tic.
Terrified by the research he's carried out for his murderous scribblings, he's turned into a knife-obsessed paranoid recluse who sees sinister threat in everything about him - from billowing curtains to ruffled bed sheets.
Following a meeting with his flamboyant agent (Higgins) in a Soho restaurant (which ends in Jack suspecting the maitre d' is a deranged psychotic), he learns that a Hollywood movie agent has taken an interest in his ideas for forthcoming tome 'Decades of Death'.
However, the downside is that Jack - who shatters into emotional pieces as soon as he walks through the front door - has to get across north London for the rendezvous.
And there's the small problem of him having no clean clothes, a seemingly solveable situation complicated by his irrationally morbid fear of launderettes.
This comes despite the best efforts of Pegg, who does what he can with dialogue that wants to be surreal and wacky but is woefully short on humour plus a character that never manages to break out of one dimension.
Things only pick up in the final reel with Alan Drakes' 80s rock fan and community police officer given full rein to deliver the best jokes so far. But it's too late.