This makes it much easier for him to perform. But it also turns him into an insensitive chump. (He tells one pal, agonising over a relative in a coma: "Why don't ya just unplug her?") So he decides to have it re-inserted.
Then Paul finds out his soul's been nicked by a Russian 'soul mule' (Dina Korzun) who flogs it to a foreign soap actress, and all manner of highbrow wackiness ensues. Cold Souls runs along very similar lines to a Charlie Kaufman film.
But while it's nowhere near as complex as Being John Malkovich or Adaptation, it's still a sharp, witty watch - and Paul Giamatti's great in what must be the easiest pay-cheque of his career.
It's an amuse-bouche, for exactly the kind of twerp who uses words like "amuse-bouche".
If that's you, you'll love it. You big ponce.
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