It is also one of the utterly SLEAZIEST/unintentionally funniest/completely most horrible films I’ve ever heard of. I don’t even know how I stumbled across its existence this morning but I’m perversely glad I have. Also, if I haven’t conveyed it to you yet, it’s awful. I haven’t even gotten a third through it and:
* after the credits some ska-punkish cover of said inevitable song plays while a blonde showers then emerges into her mysteriously roomy and comfortable art loft while a topless man with long greasy hair blows a naked torso sculpture dry with his mouth. I’m honestly surprised it’s not Fabio.
* the name of the woman is Hadley, which is alllmost Madly. Almost.
* the narration of all this sounds like one of those smarmy insurance commercial guys. “She’s coltish, creative…and just a little bit kinky. And hey, why not? She’s a trust fund kid!”
* there’s a panty-sniffing drunk old coot of a professor lying around with a lot of books.
* there’s an art project some other guy is working on. A video art project from 1999 as imagined by a guy who went to school in the early sixties, mind you. It’s…it’s bad.
* most of this movie is just Manzarek’s smooth jazz porn soundtrack in search of a Skinemax vehicle, which is presumably why it was filmed in the first place.
* there is somebody here where I’m honestly not sure at all what the gender of the person in question is. I mean not at ALL. That’s not a critique, it’s just that I can’t decide whether this red-headed curly mullet person with the unusual build is…I just can’t tell. I’m amazed. (This then cuts to video art weirdo putting on a fake mustache and toupee while a tape of Madly shaving in her sensitive area audibly plays in the background.)
* there’s a point where a salacious old banker day is joking joyfully about gay prison rape.
Again, I haven’t even gotten a third of the way through this thing. And have I mentioned the crappy film/video quality and the way everything feels like it was furtively filmed via handhelds and maybe one tripod occasionally used.
UPDATE: from a friend on Twitter: My boss at the time worked on it as a music consultant. Watching her deal with Ray was a huge highlight. What I mainly remember is her yelling into the phone “Are you on drugs Ray?!” about twice a day through the project.