You don't need credits to recognize a Cash Markman script at work here: endless self-referential details to his notion of the motion picture industry, as cliched in its attempts at humor as any random Captain Obvious tv commercial for hotel booking.
Jonathan Morgan is effective as the failing telemarketer/con artist who is given a chance to have an ancient screenplay of his (titled "The Porcupine Man") produce via the equally con man-styled producer played effectively by Steve Austin (in a major but NonSex co-starring role).
I watched it, vaguely amused, until reading in IMDb that it was just a porn spoof/ripoff of an extremely obscure (now) mainstream movie by this title released the year before, starring Robert Wuhl and Martin Landau. This is a case of seeing the porn ripoff and being able to permanently skip seeing the original.
Much name-dropping and in-joking propels the overwritten, dialog-heavy script, as our non-dynamic duo interest three investors in the lousy project, each insisting on sponsoring a girlfriend (title mistresses) for a role in the picture. Everyone assembles near the end of the film (shot on video) so I expected a usual orgy, but instead the financing falls apart and very cornily the project is re-sold as a porn picture for director Frank Marino -the director of this video of course.
Among the knowing jokes are name-dropping Spielberg as desired director, though of course writer (Morgan as surrogate Marc Cushman/Cash Markman) wants to direct to protect his writing; and plugging of earlier hits by the producer: "Titty Titty Bang Bang" and "Plan 69 from Outer Space" (latter an actual video by director Frank Marino which I've seeen and isn't half bad).
Porcupine Man is itself a spoof of the tortured anti-Super Hero, a bit prescient in how cinema has gone crazy for such material a couple of decades later, right down to Deadpool and Ant-Man. Quite repetitive is Cash's hammering away at how Hollywood insists on changing and ruining one's script, though in his case it is hard to imagine how any of his 1000 or so screenplays (or videoplays which they really are) could have been damaged given their humble beginnings.
Jonathan Morgan is effective as the failing telemarketer/con artist who is given a chance to have an ancient screenplay of his (titled "The Porcupine Man") produce via the equally con man-styled producer played effectively by Steve Austin (in a major but NonSex co-starring role).
I watched it, vaguely amused, until reading in IMDb that it was just a porn spoof/ripoff of an extremely obscure (now) mainstream movie by this title released the year before, starring Robert Wuhl and Martin Landau. This is a case of seeing the porn ripoff and being able to permanently skip seeing the original.
Much name-dropping and in-joking propels the overwritten, dialog-heavy script, as our non-dynamic duo interest three investors in the lousy project, each insisting on sponsoring a girlfriend (title mistresses) for a role in the picture. Everyone assembles near the end of the film (shot on video) so I expected a usual orgy, but instead the financing falls apart and very cornily the project is re-sold as a porn picture for director Frank Marino -the director of this video of course.
Among the knowing jokes are name-dropping Spielberg as desired director, though of course writer (Morgan as surrogate Marc Cushman/Cash Markman) wants to direct to protect his writing; and plugging of earlier hits by the producer: "Titty Titty Bang Bang" and "Plan 69 from Outer Space" (latter an actual video by director Frank Marino which I've seeen and isn't half bad).
Porcupine Man is itself a spoof of the tortured anti-Super Hero, a bit prescient in how cinema has gone crazy for such material a couple of decades later, right down to Deadpool and Ant-Man. Quite repetitive is Cash's hammering away at how Hollywood insists on changing and ruining one's script, though in his case it is hard to imagine how any of his 1000 or so screenplays (or videoplays which they really are) could have been damaged given their humble beginnings.