Like a drunken urban pirate, this is a rambling travelog to nowhere of note. Variety dates back to a time when indie films were called experimental. It's the story of a young woman who gets a job selling tickets to a porn theater near Times Square. Sadly, the film lacks any real direction as the only hook it has falls off towards the end and is forgotten. It's as though they used up all their film on long sequences of nothing, so didn't have any time left over for something.