Apparently artistic beatniks types are terribly slow on the uptake thinking that a simple-minded busboy can all of a sudden start creating priceless sculptures of people (and a cat) overnight, not to mention that murders of people are being committed and this guy starts producing dead people sculptures. Too much heroine and whatever that Czech wine was maybe. Sounds like I'm trashing it but I'm not, though it isn't a good film, it is a neat nostalgic look of how B- movie makers worked at the time and interpreted the beat fad. Definitely worth enduring some dismayingly horrible modern commercials tthat show what advertisers of this age think of their generation to view for free on HULU.