Starbucks Nation is one part postmodern fairy tale, one part satire of modern life - at least as it's lived in overly caffeinated, celebrity-obsessed LA. Performer Nicholas Tecosky's pleasant but flat tones are well-suited to author Chris Ver Wiel's acerbic tale, which skewers everything in Hollywood from morning shows and celebrity magazines to white wine-swilling producers and image-obsessed starlets. Though things start out normally enough - the extremely cynical screenwriter Morgan Beale is adapting the best seller The Chihuahua in the Blue Prada Bag - they take a turn for the seriously weird when Beale runs into his long-dead writing partner next to a hearse. A fun listen for those who like their satire dark, dry, and jaded.
Morgan Beale is a pop icon - and hates every second of it. He begins adapting the latest best seller, The Chihuahua in the Blue Prada Bag, into a blockbuster movie just before his celebutante wife starts remodeling their Hollywood home, driving Beale to a hotel. Dodging the paparazzi one morning on his way to Starbucks, he spots his writing partner, Luke, who has been dead for over a decade, and who is staring into a mysterious hole in the ground. Driving headlong into the hole, they discover the surreal otherworld of Starbucks Nation, a film set littered with characters from Beales life and the novel he's adapting, including a talking Chihuahua and an elite commando unit of ethnic cookie-making elves.
Mercilessly lampooning our fascination with reality television, celebrity blunders, and mindless infotainment, Starbucks Nation brilliantly showcases the absurdities of modern society.