The story is about a film-crazy, mostly pornographic director who kidnaps a Hollywood actress and forces her to make a really good movie that he intended to counter Hollywood commercials. They went directly to the street to take pictures, causing great harm to social and public order, and the police began to arrest them. Under the director's call, the entire production team was not allowed to have sex, and it was necessary to save every ounce of energy into filming. Therefore, what the police wanted to arrest was an extremely hungry team. . . The 2000 film, if I didn't know it in advance, I really thought it was an old thing from the 80s. In accordance with my unscientific personal classification, I call this type of film American: American-made films that are clearly not to Hollywood's appetite, produced on small budgets, artistically eclectic (most of which bear traces of home-made DIY), content It is the usual optimism, freedom and boldness of Americans (unlike the anarchy and anti-socialism of Europe). This kind of small film is generally not looked for seriously, but after watching it, there are often unexpected surprises. It does not pay attention to any artistic techniques, has no educational significance, does not spread positive energy, and presents the shameful selfish desires under social norms in a frank, sincere and entertaining manner. Personally, I don't think it's easy to say that such a film is satirizing Hollywood, and this kind of film doesn't need to play the Hollywood card to elevate itself. Instead of guessing the director's position and real intentions, it is better to simply enjoy the movie. The hypocrisy or ridiculousness of those orthodox authorities is as objective as the unrecognizable sexual desire.
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