If memory serves correctly, Boogie Knights was to be somewhat of a scene-by-scene re-enactment of the mainstream film. Exactly which mainstream film that is, judging by the end product, is anyone's guess. Though Smokey and the God-Awful Lighting Bandit (the f-stops must have been field tested by Ray Charles) would be good for openers.
Besides the search-for-the-12-inch-dick-plot, Sasha Gabor the director (in obligatory Burt Reynolds getup, etc.) coaxes Sasha Gabor the truant porn actor (in obligatory Burt Reynolds getup, etc.) to a porn shoot. Sasha the actor, after retrieving a six-pack at the local convenience store, smacks his black Trans Am into a tree. Give the car's hood and the tree pre-noms for Best Non-Sex Performance.
If one is looking for silver linings among the clouds, consider the female talent and the richly-hung Marc Rhodes (playing Dick Wriggler) to be bonafide adult industry discoveries. Jade DeLuxxxor, who "nurses" Sasha in the ambulance, is a particular eyeful.
An encyclopedia of technical muffs, insistent cutaways to stuffed wildlife, 90 minutes worth of a faux-Aerosmith musical experience and a D.O.A. script are enough to test the patience of the staunchest knight. Politely stated, Boogie Knights is an earnest attempt that's naggingly amateurish. Consider it for its camp value.