Sinopsis
It’s 1964, and monsters, robots and aliens are not selling movie tickets anymore. Hollywood needs women, the more scantily clad, the better. So what’s a young, naive, socially awkward director to do?
It’s 1964, and monsters, robots and aliens are not selling movie tickets anymore. Hollywood needs women, the more scantily clad, the better. So what’s a young, naive, socially awkward director to do?
