If you're a budding actor, especially if you're an Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, you might find this quite engaging, as one girl with promises of fame and stardom, gets off to a bumpy ride, among the streets of L.A. Suffering rejection after rejection, while being used a patsy in a quite inventive and nifty scene, but could she be so stupid one might ask, she secures an agent (Dick Miller, one of few things good about this unimpressive Corman type flick). She suffers the bitchiness, and jealousy that goes with the territory and works with the most uncaring director you'll ever meet. This is is satire, but raises about two laughs, where there's a bit of nastiness to the film. Yes there's some nice babes getting their shirts wet, where being eye candy, where as in reality too, gives you advantage. We have a little bit of violence, tame of course, when matched up against today's standard, where the film does carry an R certificate. On the whole, I found it disappointing, where Candice 'Chatterbox' Rialson, is great scenery, and doesn't do a bad job here. And where there's Paul Bartel, there's Mary Woronov, the actresses around her, threatening competition, who are being knocked off one by one. Have a guess who the killer is? Duh. You don't even have to add up the dots, but the way Woronov bought it was original, and definitely the high point of this insipid and forgettable film.
Review of Hollywood Boulevard
