One certainly wants to support the efforts of any aspiring performer, especially one who wants to cross over into other fields. However, what if he's bereft of talent, and happens to be a gay porn star desirous of a recording career?

Forty-year-old, cruel-mouthed Colton Ford wants out of the business as well as his current home, a camera-riddled environment that records every move of his and his lover, porn star Blake Harper, for the delectation of horny fans out there in webland. Additionally, the boys must go online and chat with their viewers, who pay by credit card for this privilege, all courtesy of porn impresario Chi Chi Larue. These fans, it seems, are more hell than heaven for Ford. He and Harper are seen in Naked Fame storming angrily out of a disco because of the way they're treated by their "adoring" public, who, they complain, just see them as mindless, soulless pieces of meat.

Who could blame the guy for hating his life? But, after hearing him sing an abysmally "sexy" song with lyrics like "Get down on your knees and unzip my jeans," one seriously wants to tell him to just find a new day job. Indeed, despite the pots of cash one can make in the porn industry, it comes off here as a particularly dismal, empty life, especially when you see Harper, left alone while his lover seeks his new fortune. Having absolutely nothing else to do with his time, Harper skulks back to the computer to brighten yet another porn-starved loser's life. The film ends with him returning to his original profession as a nurse, which is largely seen as a fate worse than death, and the couple moving into an apartment that's modest, but at least devoid of intrusive lenses.

The "villain" of the piece is Kyle Nevens, himself a former porn star, and the epitome of sleaze, who works as Ford's manager. Full of dubious advice like "Don't smile when you meet record producers" and dismissive of an infuriated Harper, this goateed creep is a walking disaster. But his unctuous oiliness is par for the course in a business riddled by hideous men in aloha shirts barely covering hairy paunches, yammering on about the porn business and its hapless employees, many of whom are interviewed here. Larue, Bruce Vilanch and Ford's incredibly supportive (read venal), so-very-L.A. father also add their two cents to the mix.

Director Christopher Long scrambles to make a feature-length doc out of this flimsy material, which includes the star's search for new digs, his personal appearance with Harper at a depressing-looking meet-and-greet, and his disastrous performance at Britney Spears' now-defunct Nyla restaurant.