Matinee Idol
- NOT RATED
- Year:
- 1984
- 88 min
- 120 Views
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(Film crew talking in background)
- Now Lance, the media has never
commented in interviews
on how uh...big you are. Any comment?
- Look I don't think about that,
I've never measured it.
In fact it's great. You know
they are all big on screen.
- Well do you enjoy your sex scenes
with co-star "Linda Hand"?
- Well Linda Hand is the studios
top female star.
That's why we work together.
- And do you get together off camera?
- Linda and I have our
own private lives.
The only time we are together
is when we are shooting.
- Well I am sure you have a very
busy life,
and it must be draining.
- Not really.
- That's what I've heard.
- Oh.
I tell you what
why don't we have dinner tonight,
and maybe we can continue this
conversation about my after hours
reputation.
- Sorry Lance, I can't, I have all
these things...
- I hate to interrupt your interview
Mr. Hardy,
but literally speaking we have to
get this f***ing scene shot.
That's uh if you can be up for it?
- Yeah
Well, international box office star
Lance Hardy has to get it hard!
- Ok heat em up!
- Box office star, really?
Your watching too many of
your own movies.
Now if your cock was as hard
as your head maybe we could get
started.
- You know you have a terrific mouth.
- So I've been told.
- Especially when no words come
out of it.
- Oh for gosh sake Linda,
This is supposed to be a sex scene.
Your a nympho...
Instead you are acting like my wife.
Quiet on the set everybody.
I'm sorry.
- Ok, ok.
Let's just get this started,
so we can get this dumb scene over
with.
- You know he's right.
- Roll sound.
- Rolling.
(Whispers)
Speed!
Speed, mark it!
Marker...action!
- Yeah that's good.
AHHHH!
(Carnival music)
- What did she do?
Awww did it hurt him?
Linda bit Lance on his most
precious asset.
Ok Phil,
There's something I want you to say
to both of them, for me,
and Mr. Kuntz.
Tell them to stop acting like
Prima Donnas,
and finish the f***ing movie!
Now if they don't do it, they
will never star in another picture
together again.
Or separately either.
Oh what did she do now, Phil?
She did what?
Alright Phil, I'll, I'll get
back to you.
Lance said something to provoke Linda,
so she bit his cock and
walked off the set.
- Lance Hardy, boy a**hole.
Harvey, somewhere out there
there's got to be another schmuck
with a pretty face and a big putz
and able to cum on que.
And if I ever find him, I'll run
Mr. Lance Hardy's ass right
right out of Hollywood.
- You know Bernie, this a**hole that
you're talking about,
his last three pictures netted
us 1.8 mil.
And that doesn't include the
licensing fees for the
Lance Hardy vibrators and the Lance
Hardy d*ldos.
- He's still an a**hole.
Harvey I'm gonna put out a
casting call.
I'm gonna get two new stars, I'm
gonna replace them both.
- Just in case you've forgotten.
We've taken a couple of advances for
another Lance Hardy
Linda Hand picture.
So, we better come up with a
Hardy-Hand picture.
(phone ringing)
- Hello? Hi Ginger.
No, I really don't feel like
going shopping today.
um, I don't know sit
around by the pool and
answer some fan mail.
Ok, sure! Alright, bye.
Dear Ms. Hand,
I'm one of your many fans.
I jerk off to all of your movies.
Once, the theater manager caught me
and kicked me out.
Now I go to another theater.
Could I have a picture of you?
Your devoted fan..
Huh, how sweet.
- (Radio broadcast) It's 78 degrees on
a beautiful day in Los Angeles,
and you're listening to non-stop music
on you're favorite radio station.
K-LOV... K-L-O-V
- Yes?
- Uh Ms. Linda Hand?
- Yes, what do you want?
- Uh, I'm here with the Apex pool
service.
I'm here to service you.
I mean the pool, service the pool.
It's your regular day.
- Where's Mr. Miranda?
- Uh, he's in Europe on vacation.
- The pool business must be pretty
lucrative.
- Oh, well if it's not convenient now
I can come back at another time.
- Well, you're here now you might as
well come on in and get it done.
So what's your name?
- Cochran, ma'am.
- Just Cochrane? No first name?
- They call me Bud, ma'am.
- Tell you what I'll call you Bud if
you stop calling me ma'am.
Make me sound like Queen Victoria.
I think I'm still too young to
play that part.
- You are the Linda hand from the
movies aren't you?
- You've seen some of my films?
- Uh, I've seen Good Enough To Eat and
Genitals For Blondes.
Since I've been here I've been to the
Pussycat Cinemas a couple
of times, but back home a group of
guys and me we go
to the theater almost every week.
- It won't bother you if I lay
out here and get some sun,
will it?
- No, ma'am.
I, I mean no, no it won't.
(entrancing music)
(upbeat guitar music)
- Bud, why don't you come over here
and put some oil on me.
Bud?
(low bass tones)
Is this part of your usual
service, Bud?
- You, you see anybody in the water
with me?
- No.
(synthesizer music)
(moaning)
- What do you think?
- I don't know. What's the score?
- Not the game, schmuck!
What do you think of the act?
- Eh, what's the big deal? She
only gets one channel.
- Turn that thing down a little,
would you honey.
You've got an interesting act.
We'll let you know.
(accordion music)
- You've got nice tits, tits.
- We'll let you know. Thank
you very much.
- (off screen) Next.
(off screen) Thank you very much.
Send the next girl in, will ya?
Next.
I can't take much more of this.
Call back that girl, Daisy.
(groans)
- Uh, Buttercup.
- It's Daisy.
- Oh yes, yes, uh Daisy.
Uh, Daisy, Mr. Cox and I, uh,
would, uh, like you to test for
a part we've got coming up.
We think you'd be perfect.
So why don't you come back
here next Thursday and on
your way out you see Dorothy our
secretary
and she'll give you all the details.
How about that?
- Ok, can I put my clothes back on?
- Oh, of course my dear,
how thoughtless of me,
how thoughtless of me.
- Oh, and I wanted to thank you both.
- Oh, my pleasure, my pleasure.
Uh, sly dog.
Bye!
Next Thursday!
(groans)
Harvey, Harvey, it ain't easy.
But... Someone's gotta do it.
Harvey, why don't you go
see my tailor?
- Cochran you know, you
really oughta be in pictures.
- You mean in f*** films?
- You certainly have a way with words.
- You wanna give me another audition?
- That's exactly what I had in mind.
(moaning)
(electronic music)
- Mr. Hardy, you spilled cum
on Mr. Cox's desk.
- Ah, that's too bad.
Why don't you put some on
Kuntz's desk too.
- Mr. Hardy... Thank you.
(accordion music)
(low mumblings)
- Lance you're late again.
You know you've gotta give up this
"I'm the greatest sex machine that
ever walks" stuff. You know?
We've got a screen test to do today.
- I know I'm sorry I'm late, ok?
Oh hi.
- Ok honey, get him hard.
- Huh?
- You've got some approach, Phil.
- Uh, Miss, honey, uh
what's your name?
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