Caine, who's very good, as always, is a hack writer who uses such pen names as O. R. Gann, Lez Behan, and Guy Strange. When he's asked to ghost the autobiography of a deported movie star and gangster, played by Mickey Rooney, he finds himself involved in a real crime story.
It's all pretty loosey-goosey, and the fun is in the journey, as they say, and not necessarily in the destination. That's not to say everything's not wrapped up. It is, but that's not the real point. The real point, to me, was getting to see Mickey Rooney prance around in his tightie-whities. Okay, maybe not. The real point was getting to see Robert Sacchi do a Bogart joke. Okay, maybe not. The real point was getting to see Nadia Cassini in hot pants. Okay, maybe not. The real point was getting to hear Lizbeth Scott's voice again. Okay, maybe not. The real point was the terrific scenery of the Isle of Malta. Or the line about Ross Macdonald. Or . . . okay, you probably know by now that while there were lots of things to enjoy, the plot wasn't one of them. Just go with it and see what you think. You can stream it from Netflix.