There wasn't a kid in America who didn't know who Drake Kirkland
was...40 years ago, that is. Thursday nights, right after Dance Fever
and before TJ Hooker, the shaggy haired actor--superhero tights and
all--was beamed into every living room in America. Now Drake's just
another drunken mess signing autographs somewhere in the back, back,
back room of Comicon. So when his car gets repo-ed and his
long-suffering agent dies, he realizes it's time to wake up and find a
way to get paid...for doing absolutely nothing. Airbnb! Simple. Back to
the booze. But as he reluctantly grows closer to the mother and 9-year
old daughter who move into the top floor of his house, he remembers what
it's like to have a child look up to him and slowly starts to transform.
Tiny things at first, but by the time the wealthy and abusive
husband/father shows up with his goons after finally tracking down his
wayward wife and daughter, Drake is ready to play the hero. But this
time the bullets are real and the stakes couldn't be higher.
