Everyone’s a pimp, prostitute, pornographer, vice cop or victim on the sleazy streets of Hollywood. Carrie Fisher is the rookie detective, still perfecting her undercover hooker chops, and Frank Gorshin is the crime kingpin, who’s already perfected his cold-blooded bad guy thing. The plot brings in a little of everything from the playbook. The teenage runaway who gets mixed up with heroin and hooking. Dirty deals in slick hotel rooms. Buddy cop banter. Two car chases. Porn theater marquees. An action scene that culminates in a fight in a swimming pool. A loose plot that often stands aside for raunchy comic relief. This has all of that AND Joey Travolta (John’s brother). Penelope Spheeris directs, just a few years removed from her lowdown early days making The Decline of Western Civilization and Suburbia. This is kind of a glorified B-movie, sordid, silly and featuring a cast of hopefuls and has-beens. It’s also entertaining, fast-paced stuff. The secret ingredient: Spheeris enjoys trashy 80s Los Angeles. She likes it over the top. Spheeris here is on her way up in Hollywood, but still has her ear to the ground.