Underground filmmaker Damon Packard slouches toward Hollywood in this self-financed, self-distributed 2002 feature, which is framed as a TV movie from the early 70s but veers into all manner of nightmarish reverie. As the lumpish hero, Packard peddles wristwatches on the angry streets of downtown LA and nurses a feverish love-hate relationship with the fantasy factories of George Lucas and Steven Spielberg. (One sequence, shot guerrilla style at the Universal Studios theme park, imagines an attraction called Schindler's List: The Ride.) Meanwhile a ghost in a billowing nightgown—the hero's sister, who's died of a PCP overdose—drifts down the fake streets of the Universal back lot. The movie is a shapeless melange of ideas, every one of them run into the ground, but Packard's vision of mass-media purgatory is defiantly personal. 116 min.