My review was written in December 1989 after watching the movie on Legacy Entertainment video cassette.
This technically deficient feature released on home video takes a despairing look at society, specifically in L. A., in an incoherent trip few will wish to take.
Filmmaker-star Jason Holt, who also contributed several songs, is far from up to the pretentious task he's attempted. Sloppy intercutting of what looks like Super 8mm shooting mixes three stories of losers, all symbols of a corrupt value system. Holt plays an investment broker who's hurting because of another stock market crash and is pushing insured municipal bonds.
His story unconvincingly interacts with a gang of crack fiends when he phones a hotline for a prostitute after he has problems in bed with beautiful wife Jacquie Banan. The hooker (Gail Britt-Anthony) rips him off and he's soon a prisoner of the dopers, who are holding many women in a form of slavery and cult bondage.
Third group of nasties is led by gangsters Nick Cassavetes and his overacting brother, played by Tally Lauriti. Incredibly poor photography, sound sync and haphazard editing make this attempt at docu-style narrative a chore to watch.
Holt's acting as the nominal good guy (he predictably reforms and there's even an unconvincing happy ending with wifey in a pool) is acceptable, but his inept direction ruins a potentially viable theme. Despite his top billing, Cassavetes (son of the late director) is stuck in a peripheral role.
This technically deficient feature released on home video takes a despairing look at society, specifically in L. A., in an incoherent trip few will wish to take.
Filmmaker-star Jason Holt, who also contributed several songs, is far from up to the pretentious task he's attempted. Sloppy intercutting of what looks like Super 8mm shooting mixes three stories of losers, all symbols of a corrupt value system. Holt plays an investment broker who's hurting because of another stock market crash and is pushing insured municipal bonds.
His story unconvincingly interacts with a gang of crack fiends when he phones a hotline for a prostitute after he has problems in bed with beautiful wife Jacquie Banan. The hooker (Gail Britt-Anthony) rips him off and he's soon a prisoner of the dopers, who are holding many women in a form of slavery and cult bondage.
Third group of nasties is led by gangsters Nick Cassavetes and his overacting brother, played by Tally Lauriti. Incredibly poor photography, sound sync and haphazard editing make this attempt at docu-style narrative a chore to watch.
Holt's acting as the nominal good guy (he predictably reforms and there's even an unconvincing happy ending with wifey in a pool) is acceptable, but his inept direction ruins a potentially viable theme. Despite his top billing, Cassavetes (son of the late director) is stuck in a peripheral role.