Hollywood Man (1976) – Jack Starratt.

Handsome 70s Action icon William Smith plays actor/film-maker Rafe Stoker who foolhardily secures additional finances from the mafia, which ultimately leads to nefarious double-dealing and an extraordinarily violent climax. If a William Smith biker flick were food, it would be greasy, fast, momentarily satisfying, and generously pumped up with testosterone! Hollywood Man ain't rocket science, hell! It ain't even my 1^st chemistry set, but Smith and Co. ably keep the wheels of schlocky entertainment spinning. There's great people here, actor/director Jack Starratt is no man's idea of chopped liver, and studly Smith is given equally robust support by Don Stroud, Ray Giradin, and the eternally exquisite Mary Woronov. I dig the film-within-film shtick, and it's pretty neat seeing all the boisterously Roger Corman'd behind-the-scenes chaos surrounding Stoker's increasingly Mafia-beleaguered shoot. Like Tuesday Weld, Hollywood Man is slightly built, but still packs a punch, and remains hella easy on the eyes! Smith is an uber-hunk, a bad ass actor with alpha charisma to burn, an old school Hollywood Macho man, and his muscular presence is never less than satisfying. I'm used to seeing Smith as a nail-spitting villain, so it's kinda cool seeing him as a suave, touchy feely nice guy, who still kicks ass when needs must, and in B-Movie lore, needs ALWAYS must! Hollywood Man is scrappy, and episodic, yet remains an absolute joy to watch, and nemesis Harvey's (Ray Giradin) mad decent into bloody mayhem was pretty choice!