Wake Up, Sir!
We were very tired, and we were very merry after an injury settlement left us $250,000, and so we have a failing writing career and a valet named Jeeves and an invitation to the Rose Artists' Colony. Amusing, frothy, and farcical, this nicely executed but sugary confection misses the chance to tell us what people do, and why, at these intriguing institutions. (It tells us they drink a lot and sleep with each other, but we knew that. What else do the artists do?)