This intriguing oddity attempts to blend the experimental with the mainstream. Shot with 'subjective camera', it begins with the unseen, anonymous film-maker (Davis) selecting Guy Dade (D'Onofrio) as the subject for her latest 'documentary'. Initially uncertain about her motives and understandably reluctant to let her invade his privacy, he eventually agrees to let her follow him around LA, shooting his dodgy car deals, dates with girlfriend Veronica (Riddle), and his endless vain attempts to get to know his chronicler/interrogator better. She, however, remains an aloof observer - or does she? This is an intelligent if rather unfocused examination of the way people may be both nervous about, and aroused by, the prospect of exposing themselves to the prying but sometimes liberating gaze of a voyeuristic camera. D'Onofrio is adept at suggesting Guy's increasingly evident, faintly desperate need to feel attractive or desired; though aware he's playing with fire, he's clearly turned on by - what? - the chance of fame, a woman's attention, self-revelation? Though entertaining and thought provoking, it's not a patch, say, on Spinal Tap, let alone Close-Up.