Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

Someone should write a movie satire about a world-famous novelist, a prince of the academic set, who gets writer’s block and tries to cure it by authoring trashy romance novels under a pseudonym. As he’s accepting honorary degrees and delivering oh-so-high-falutin’ speeches, he’s dreaming up scenarios for his unexpectedly successful trash series, all of which have covers painted by his neighbor, a former hippy who used to live in a geodesic dome and claims to be the world’s foremost painter of black-velvet jaguars. When his agent tells him he needs to tour in support of the erotica books, he and the hippy neighbor stock up on ‘shrooms and set out across the country, hitting out-of-the-way sex shops and other places that sell dildos. (There are almost no bookstores around these days, after all.) They meet some crazy people, have some nutty adventures (it’s a road movie!), and the writer finds himself questioning his assumptions about life, writing, and anal beads.

I’m not sure how it ends, but Paul Mazursky should come out of retirement to direct.