Low Angles — Jim Stinson

Against his better judgment, Stoney Winston arrives at a flea-bitten desert hamlet to help Diane LaMotta direct her first feature, a no-budget action potboiler titled (oh, please!) Bikers From Hell. The director's hostile, the cameraman's drunk, the crew's rebelling, and the real bikers playing most of the parts act as bad as they smell. No problem. Diane and a luscious biker chick start fighting over Stoney's skinny bod. No problem. The production's slowly dying from systematic sabotage that escalates to stabbing, near-drowning, and violent death. That's a problem. Stoney's only weapons are his courage, his movie smarts, and his friend, Scuzzy. Courtly Nathaniel Hawthorne (Scuzzy) Fenster supports his rabbinical studies by playing biker roles in films; and since he stands six-six, weighs 300 pounds, and sprouts hair in all directions, the very sight of him would make Attila wet his pants. He works a lot.