"The New Hollywood" as defined by struggling screenwriter "Joey Gillis" (Kaitlyn Ashley) is simple:  no one can get a quality fucking any more (a matter of conjecture; all six sex scenes in this vid are certainly quality).  Outdoor locations and a consistently interesting story render this adult take-off of Sunset Boulevard far above the many other porn efforts.  Even the Spinelli spin remains intact.

Kaitlyn's desperate to sell her script ("Helen of Barcelona," involving clowns with Uzis); the rent's overdue and landlord Mike Horner is mightily impatient (although he manages to wile away the time between checks with a Stacey Nichols and Alex Sanders threeway).  When producer "Shlomo" (Steve Hatcher) agrees to a meeting, Kaitlyn expertly serves up the gefilte fish... and never hears from him again.

Will wealthy and enigmatic "Troy Vincent" (Jonathan Morgan) be Kaitlyn's saviour?  He becomes her mentor and she gradually falls in love with him -- despite his odd absorption with her fet.  He tells her about a perfect woman he once had, who committed an unpardonable sin.  A closet Aileen Wornos? Worse.  Kaitlyn's more unnerved by her discovery of Jonathan's past than his old girlfriend's transgression when she learns her mystery man is an ex-pornstar.  He and Dallas share a langourous b.j. and mish.

Kaitlyn confronts Jonathan (his tale of the decline of his porn career is priceless).  He's pining for a love story, so Kaitlyn and Anna Malle include him in their version of one; it's a major step up from his career nadir as "nozzle man on an enema video" as the girls tongue his shaft in synch.

Jonathan reclaims his fame and although his fate is Kaitlyn's gain, she notes that there are no happy endings.  Right on.  Retailers, stock in depth.