Paul Thomas directed several hundred movies, many of them excellent, but his prolific approach also resulted in quite a few clunkers, including this negligible movie.
It stars a Jenna Jameson wannabe Lexi Marie (whose name appears with two other spellings on screen here), she of blonde hair, big fake boobs and limited acting ability. Script is credited to a fictional name (also spelled two different ways in opening vs. End credits) and is awful.
She's an itinerant girl drawing paintings out on the street when picked up by desperate interior decorator Liza Harper, who hires her to help decorate/paint a house she's working on. First they insult each other, then begin to bond in a stupid scene.
Movie heads quickly south from there, comprised of a series of lengthy, extraneous sex scenes and obnoxious characters. The leading ladies inevitably have a falling out, and neither generates any sympathy or interest from the viewer. Man in the middle is Kurt Lockwood, caught between the two women.
PT attempts to spice up the show by spotlighting heavy drug use, especially by Liza's character, plus a couple of fancy experimental montages (implying psychedelic drug use) that briefly make the movie look like a 1960s underground movie but hardly up to the artistry of masters of that form like Ed Emshwiller or Stan Brakhage.
French actress Harper is extremely talented, and was terrific in Thomas's "To Die For", is wasted here, literally.
