Well it would be if the life of a creative was somehow directed by the hidden-hand of Frank Capra. Sentiment and bonhomie; responsibility and partnership; justice and respect – oh, and the hope of a happy ending… Aaah; feel a gentle breeze born from the collective sigh of creatives everywhere. It’s almost enough to make you believe in guardian angels. In reality the harsh truth lies somewhere among the brutal aesthetics of George A. Romero, Ken Loach and Oliver Stone: a twisted amalgam of nightmare visions, earthy grit and bloated posturing. The Creative Magoo is for anyone who lives and works in the predatory winter chill of Pottersville but aspires to the little bit of Bedford Falls that is in all of us.