Paul Morrissey, who made Flesh and Trash for the Andy Warhol Factory Group, always had a soft spot for the so-called Hollywood film. In fact, he often claimed he was making Hollywood films, albeit impregnated by new permissiveness, plus scenes of drugs, sexual freedom and his own kind of social observation.
This one, main centered in Hollywood, might be a sort of homage to Billy Wilder’s Sunset Blvd. Sex is more implicit here, if tactful, and it is about an out-of-work young actor and an ex-star with daughter troubles and a turning point in her career.
Morrissey has given more fluidity than his other pix but relies mainly on actors in a series of well-meshed scenes as they play out the drama and comedy of a Hollywood that is sliding away.