A savage black comedy that chronicles the mayhem unleashed by one hapless young man trying, none too successfully, to make it in Hollywood.
Paris Scott works nights at a convenience store, was just dumped by his girl, and drives a '74 Gremlin. He's what you'd call a loser. When the key to his dreams - the last mastertape of a very famous and freshly suicided rock star - and a small fortune's worth of stolen drugs, which he doesn't know he has, are dropped into his lap, Paris might as well be catching a neutron bomb. As the people who want the tape become dangerously confused with the people who want the dope, the resulting madness stretches from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, leaving a trail of blood, bodies and broken hearts in the rear-view mirror.
Dope dealers, Hollywood agents, two-bit criminals, strippers, rock stars, beautiful women, not-so-beautiful women, honest working Joes - no one comes out clean in this raucous romp-and-stomp, which lays the proof that, without a doubt, everybody smokes in hell.
