I know this is a very old post, but I believe this might be "[A Taste for Dostoevsky][1]" 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.

  [1]: https://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/title.cgi?67245