Why would the sexy scream queen not be a werewolf? Oh, these amateur horrors of under-directors trying to penetrate the horror industry by any means! No one needs the full-length debut of the useless Mark Leland (or Leland, but what does it matter) tells about one quick boy who managed to fall in love with his own idol – an aging, depressing, but for some reason considered wildly seductive actress from films of class “B”, “C” and further on the list. Together, they can defeat a mad maniac producer with an incomprehensible craving for acting curves (and simultaneously find some lost film), but the problem is that the actress should not hear lines from the world of cinema, because, upon hearing, she immediately becomes ... a werewolf.
Nonsense! Stupid, childish nonsense! This can be invented only for the sake of a second fun between classes at school, in order to subsequently paint classmates who are happy to scold such absurdity. The story is laid out on the flashbacks of the protagonist, telling a friend of a loser about how to get into the trust of your favorite star, if you are an ordinary guy, and not a coward, and not a hero. Constant admiration for the character of Tiffany Shepis begins to irritate very soon: an aunt with not the most delightful appearance, only able to present herself as an experienced priestess of love, is elevated to the rank of a sex angel, one touch of which will give eternal life and millions of orgasms. Further, the plot jumps from one nightmare to another: someone suddenly loses his mind, turning into a moron-parodist, then someone has an attack of incurable "star disease" - in short, in the world of Hollywood, judging by the philosophy of this tape, only degenerates live.
Until the end, there is absolutely nothing to look at. Meaningless conversations lead to meaningless actions, which, in turn, give rise to meaningless consequences – the circle does not think to close. Until the end comes, perfectly showing how the director is tired of fiddling with his characters. One by one, they go to the other world (or they send someone there), so that as a result, only one truth remains in this film comes to the light of God: Don’t anger unlucky actresses with a midlife crisis – get in the stride.
I have no idea what Mark Leland (Leland?) wanted to achieve with his opus. It's not a horror story, because it's not scary. It's not a comedy, because it's not funny. This is not a melodrama, for the chemistry between the characters rests solely on the desire to copulate without obligation. It's not fiction - with such squalid special effects only yards sweep. It's not a movie at all. And if there is a movie, it is nothing more than a mystical thrash raised from the bottom of the cinematic dump.
1 out of 10