Plodding black comedy based on Spiridakis? play about two down-and-out player wannabes (Gross and Wood) trying to hustle their true-life screenplay about a serial killer while living in a self-storage building in downtown L.A. As a kind of low-rent hybrid of The Player and Slumber Party Massacre III, the concept had a certain twisted potential.
But it never really ignites into full-blown laughs. Pantoliano comes off best as a sleazy would-be producer who himself lives in a lavatory at Griffith Park. And Swanson is babalicious as the self-appointed director of the boys' script. However, this film just doesn't kill like it should. Put it on layaway.