After we see a g/g taking place under the watchful eyes of camera crew Pat Myne, Eric Masterson and Steve Hatcher, the scene shifts to a video store run by Tony Tedeschi and frequented by video directors. One of the directors, playing a teen, rents a vid and then gets caught watching it with one hand by his mother (Wendy Divine). She's a judge, darn the luck, and she declares hardcore porn illegal, right before fucking bailiff Steven St. Croix.

Faced with the new illegality of porn, Masterson flashes back to the late '70s. Big frizzy hairdos, big heavy 16mm Arriflex cameras, disco music while they shoot Dale DaBone and big-frizzy-haired Chelsea Sinclaire in scratchy black and white. And then, back from the flashback, sitting in a bar, Masterson lets fly with his analysis about why so much recent porn is bad: "The chicks are too hot. Ugly chicks have to work at it."

"I think pretty chicks on the box sell the video," Myne opines.

"But you can't spank to it," Masterson ripostes. "When is the last time you jerked off to a Vivid video?"

Ashamed silence.

"I rest my case."

So they leave the bar and start guerilla pornmaking, starting with Erik Everhard and Chelsea Sinclaire. And once they've shot the thing, they go to their buddy Tony Tedeschi, who used to be drug dealer. He's running that video store now, offering referrals to Porn Anonymous to his male customers and special favors to female customers (Shelbee Myne, Chelsea Sinclaire) who want to rent some hard stuff. But after they do some hardcore of their own, it turns out Myne and Sinclaire are cops. Bust. Conviction. Sentencing. Set-up for Part 2.

Brilliant script by David Stanley (Screenplay pre-nom for sheer audacity for that "When is the last time you jerked off to a Vivid video?" line) well-translated by Robby D. and company. Some in-jokes may sail over the heads of the unconnected. No matter, it's still good. Dibs on Part 2.