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.
