Let there be no misunderstanding: this is a beautiful, well-scripted film of, well, beautiful people. You know, fantasy folks who always look great, are wealthy, have no really time-consuming occupation, and probably don’t sweat during sex. It’s obvious that a lot of effort went into this production with attention to details that most producers would allow to slide. Nearly everyone proves to be very capable of delivery and dialogue in a moody sort of way.

Jon Dough has it rough. After a heavy night of quaffing, he wakes to discover nude aspiring actress Kaitlyn Ashley indulging in a bubble bath – and he can’t remember any of the details of the previous night! He has other problems too: an annoying ex-wife, and impatient bookie, gambling debts, and problems at work. He also needs to find a replacement actress for, of all people, someone like Roxanne Blaze. Talk about ambitious name-dropping! The elaborate plot continues with plenty of plausible interaction.

A tension-filled scene between Kaitlyn and old boyfriend T.T. Boy sets the sexual pace. Right in stride are Summer Knight and roomie Kylie Ireland who eventually hit the sack and shower together for a steamy girl/girler while Nikki Randall nails her portrayal of an overpriced actress (nah, not in this town) who always gets what she wants – including Jon Dough.

Steve Drake has a respectable indoor sexual bout with his assistant, Sandi Beach, and Kaitlyn tops off the film with a finally-seen thank-you fling with Jon Dough. Kaitlyn becomes a star, Summer sells her script, Jon hauls himself from the ashes just in time to get his ashes hauled by Kaitlyn and everyone lives happily ever after.

There are several non-sex roles in this feature. Barbara Doll is the heavily-accented receptionist, while Vikki Vain and Brittany Fox almost wind up being seen with Jon Dough and Steve Drake, but any sexual action is truncated from the final version. Also, Dru Berrymore lends a sympathetic ear to Kaitlyn Ashley but sheds nary an article of clothing in the process.