Sleaze is King.

Hollywood Boulevard is littered with junkies, pimps, and prostitutes. Up and down the lane you'll find small movie theaters showing films no studio executive would ever sign off on, even if those same executives sneak into the grindhouse theaters to see what sort of filth the masses prefer to saccharine schlop like Kramer vs. Kramer and Ordinary People...

You'll get three sordid features for one ticket price:

TEMPLE OF THE RAT
by Alec Cizak

THE ROACH KING OF PARADISE
by Scotch Rutherford

A pandering motel manager makes a pact with a street pimp to turn a downtown motor inn into a brothel. A Hollywood vice cop who owes a loan shark a hefty vig attempts to squash her debt while settling an old score.

and

LADY TOMAHAWK
by Andrew Miller

In 1980 the top male escort of the decadent Hollywood elite is stalked by an indomitable female predator with a shadowy past while exposing an unholy alliance between the rites of traditional morals, and their diabolical scribes.

So, come on in, grab yourself a bucket of popcorn and a soda. Nobody will bother you for wearing a raincoat. After all, everybody else is wearing one! Ignore the sounds of streetwalkers earning a living all around you. And if your shoes stick to the floor, well, might be a good idea to put on some gloves and scrub them with a wire brush when you get home...

This is L.A. Stories. A wild ride across the bridge between the permissive 1970s and the repressive decades that followed.