What's oddly appealing about this film is the sweetness that the director, François Velle, manages to extract from Craig Sherman's rather bitter screenplay.

New Suit is devilishly good fun.

An appealing Hollywood satire.

A witty new indie with a good cast and high production values that has fun with the absurdity of the frenzied bidding wars that can break out over a "spec" script by an unknown or first-time screenwriter.

In not taking itself too seriously New Suit scores more points than some pictures that take a scathing approach.

Snappy and smart, the film gets surprisingly far on a fairly contrived conceit, proving that there's no energy quite like energy fueled by anger and disgust.

Takes a relatively easy route by bestowing happy endings on the principals, but at least it’s savvy enough to realize that showbiz isn’t all there is to life.

Another satirical view of the everyday insanity of working within the Industry, slickly made New Suit adds no special insight to the subgenre.

The sturdy premise delivers little in the way of actual laughs.

Though the premise seems obvious and facile, the execution and the delineation of the various characters (all recognizable Hollywood types) are likable and funny, and the cast is great.

If none of it is particularly original or insightful, it's nonetheless executed with skill and economy.

Despite frequent cuts to mambos and cha-chas, this insulated tale of rich interns swindling rich studio bosses has no “Clueless”-style SoCal breeze (or righteous “Working Girl” gotcha).

Toothless, unbelievable and not particularly funny, New Suit is no threat to "The Player," "Swimming With Sharks" or "The Big Picture," to name but three more interesting pictures in this inside-baseball genre.