Director Bobby Houston razzes the razzle-dazzle sleaze of the southern California art scene in TRUST ME. Trendy LA art dealer James Callendar (Adam Ant) is on the verge of bankruptcy, and will resort to anything to get back on the fast track. Becoming interested in the lucrative possibilities of marketing a dead artist's work, he latches on to Sam Brown (David Packer), a young painter whose stuff might most charitably be described as neo-Caravaggio. Since anything is possible with enough hype, James works to establish Sam's fame, planning to murder his protege later. TRUST ME is creditably acted, but this would-be cynical spoof places an unfortunate premium on camp over straightforward humor, neglects character development, and suffers from too many plot holes. Houston, who cowrote, seems to have an axe to grind about the less appealing aspects of the art economy, but his points are best made by the film's sets and the work of Packer's painter, which are wonderfully ridiculous. The rest of paintings shown are all authentic, and art lovers will enjoy watching for works by Robert Motherwell, Andy Warhol, Keith Haring, and others.