That's Plenty

The movie starts with a blowjob, and it's all downhill from there. The boom mic makes repeated cameos and the female lead, after given a generous shopping allowance a la Pretty Woman, is seen wearing one-piece cotton dresses that look like off-the-rack pieces from Dress Barn twenty years ago. There is a bar scene for which no one is miked except for the actor with the fewest lines. When anyone else speaks, all you hear is bar noise. The entire budget of the film seems to have been blown on a brief sequence during which the male lead (also the writer and director) is made out to be fabulously wealthy, consisting mostly of a quick shot of an old white man dressed as a chauffer stands next to a luxury car. It's possible that some of the crew were paid, but it's not possible to ask them - the credits include only a director of photography and the director, plus all the actors.

Ordinarily, this would just be a really, really bad movie. We've all seen them. What makes this film exceptional is that from beginning to end the film is a masterpiece of technical blunders, bad acting, and atrocious art direction. All of the work on this film - every last bit of it - is worse than amateur quality. What makes it exceptional is that it was ever completed. The lack of aptitude or quality displayed in every frame shows the handiwork of a deluded hobbyist - someone who might get halfway through, or get to editing, and then get distracted or discouraged and give up. Or any professional on the shoot would have quit, for fear of having the piece of shit on his resume.

I have so much more to say about this movie - it was amazing - and there's even a real-life heiress in the film. But I need to get my copy back to write more about it. I loaned it to a friend.

Anyone up for a screening? I'd love to see it again.