I know this is a very old post, but I believe this might be "A Taste for Dostoevsky" by Brian Aldiss.

Looking up, he saw that a solitary figure stood on a ridge of rock, staring moodily up at the fake heavens. He identified it as Cat Vindaloo, the Pakistani director of their show, and called a greeting to him.
Cat nodded sourly and altered his position without actually coming any nearer to Moore.
“We went over well tonight,” Moore said.
“They still pay to come and watch,” Cat said.
“Your trouble is, you’re obsessed with being a failure, Cat. Come on, snap out of it. If there’s anything wrong with the show, it is that it’s too realistic. I’d personally like to see less of a dying fall to end with—maybe a grand finale such as they’d have had at the end of last century, with all the crew parading outside the ship, taking a bow.”

Seems like a relatively rare story.

I know this is a very old post, but I believe this might be "A Taste for Dostoevsky" by Brian Aldiss.

Looking up, he saw that a solitary figure stood on a ridge of rock, staring moodily up at the fake heavens. He identified it as Cat Vindaloo, the Pakistani director of their show, and called a greeting to him.
Cat nodded sourly and altered his position without actually coming any nearer to Moore.
“We went over well tonight,” Moore said.
“They still pay to come and watch,” Cat said.
“Your trouble is, you’re obsessed with being a failure, Cat. Come on, snap out of it. If there’s anything wrong with the show, it is that it’s too realistic. I’d personally like to see less of a dying fall to end with—maybe a grand finale such as they’d have had at the end of last century, with all the crew parading outside the ship, taking a bow.”

Seems like a relatively rare story.

I know this is a very old post, but I believe this might be "A Taste for Dostoevsky" by Brian Aldiss.

There isn't too much to go on here, mainly the distinct name "Cat Vindaloo," which I found referenced in what may be an illegal online copy of a German publication called Science Fiction Stories 65 (published by Ullstein?). I don't read German, but a Google translation of the first sentence in which the name appears confirms he is a director in this story.

Seems like a relatively rare story.

I know this is a very old post, but I believe this might be "A Taste for Dostoevsky" by Brian Aldiss.

Looking up, he saw that a solitary figure stood on a ridge of rock, staring moodily up at the fake heavens. He identified it as Cat Vindaloo, the Pakistani director of their show, and called a greeting to him.
Cat nodded sourly and altered his position without actually coming any nearer to Moore.
“We went over well tonight,” Moore said.
“They still pay to come and watch,” Cat said.
“Your trouble is, you’re obsessed with being a failure, Cat. Come on, snap out of it. If there’s anything wrong with the show, it is that it’s too realistic. I’d personally like to see less of a dying fall to end with—maybe a grand finale such as they’d have had at the end of last century, with all the crew parading outside the ship, taking a bow.”

Seems like a relatively rare story.