Scarlet O'Hare is at the peak of her talent. Unfortunately, as with many young upcoming actresses of today, she has none, i.e., talent...nada, nichts, zilch. Scarlet says "I'm an American actress. All I hafta do is pout, look cute, and take my clothes off. The English actresses, because they have no chests and big asses, have to actually learn to act." So the studio REDOES Scarlet, that is, she is replaced with a replicant. Lost and alone Scarlet stumbles upon the one man who can help her fight back, Russo-Trash dress designer Dmitri Smirnov, who designed the raw pork chop dress...the egg yolk plastic...thing...well, you get the picture. Together with Dmitri, Scarlet disrupts the Academy Awards to prove that "a kiss is NOT but kiss" and that the Garamond font is actually extremely artistic...and useful. I don't know what it means either, I just get paid to write this stuff.