This is the only feature film credited to its director, Scott Farrell, who also serves here as writer and producer, in addition to being a member of the cast. It is not surprising that this is his only effort, although its rather discordant narrative is not aided by some inexperienced players and a very small budget. A largely incomprehensible plot line is injected with fantasy elements that lack establishment of any distinct mood or tone, resulting in a melodrama composed of questionable events that are not developed to a viewer's satisfaction. A young novelist, Rane Kendo (J.C. Whiteshirt) by some unexplained means becomes ensnared within his own published tales that are concerned with Mexican-American street gangs. His alternative personality that exists inside his written works is one "Carlos" (Bradley Gregg), a sensitive poet, while also a gang banger, who does not appear to be terribly similar to Kendo in any respect. Although the majority of the film's action is of the thick-ear variety, we are exposed to Kendo's self-repugnance as he relates of his having sold out to achieve fame and fortune by way of a shabby television series, "King of the Streets", that is based upon his novels. A news reporter played by Susan Brigham accosts Kendo, accusing him of actually provoking gang activity through his romanticized TV scripts, and after Kendo's sister is slain by what seems to be one of his fictional characters, he decides to in some fashion enter the imaginary world that he has created. If all of this appears to be rather less than rational, it is, in fact, indeed so. Unfortunately, the film wants for even one foot that makes much sense at all, since Farrell has not managed to craft a narrative having even the slightest characteristics of anything tenable or artistically engaging. Gregg gains the acting honours by his game attempt to create his role. The film was shot in Phoenix, Arizona, and its environs.