Derek Zoolander is the male model all male models want to be, he's a legend within the fashion world...... and he makes an amoeba look over educated. Effetely nudged from his pedestal by hippy chic, the heartbroken Derek is brainwashed to assassinate the Malaysian president who is about to abolish the sweatshops that the fashion world rely so heavily upon. Zoolander picks a subject that's already fairly adept at (admittedly unintentionally) lampooning itself and then treats it with something bordering on affection; But so relentless is the delivery you'd be a fool not to just let it drag you along and there are some inspired scenes, the impromptu petrol pump song and dance being one. Is there really more to life than just being really, really, really good-looking?