I suppose, since Streep is doing Thatcher, it left the casting for the pointless Susan Boyle biopic (plot: an hour and a half of pottering round the shops buying cat food, followed by two minutes of Americans watching YouTube and going 'wow', and ten minutes of declining interest) wide open.
It's such a pointless idea and such a rotten piece of casting even Gordon scratches his head to try and come up with an explanation:
SuBo and Glenn have got something in common too, they are huge animal lovers.That's practically method acting right there.
It turns out Cowell had started to work on a film about Paul Potts but dropped the idea when... yes, when he saw that look on your face, going "Paul Potts? Paul Potts? What's that?"