Borrowing a plot that’s age determined by carbon dating, Randy West plays a burned out screenwriter (once again) who would literally kill to get his hands on fresh material —someone else’s fresh material. After a preliminary, but non-essential girl-girl scene in which his wife Kandi Valentine and Cassandra Dark coo to each other like Pia Zadora, the plot (you’d swear it’s made up as it goes along) gets rolling when West “bumps off” writing aspirant Paula Price, dumps the body and has sex with Valentine (nice ass —good sex, but chuck the cowgirl boots for cripes’ sake). A normal reaction when you’ve just committed second-degree murder.

But, whoa, this thing has more turns than a stomach on Mexican food. Is Price dead or not as she and West play musical poison. The team of Price and Price (Eric) do their now-standard anal act. Tom Byron does another village idiot role. Not bad for it’s one-act play setup.