On a threadbare couch in a dingy studio, a pint-sized porn director hovers over her nervous co-star, Cindy. Maxine's auburn hair mimics splattered blood on asphalt, and her eyes, intense pebbles of hazel-brown, are focused on the trembling girl. "Cindy, darling, you're stiff as a wooden board. You gotta fucking relax," she scolds, her rough voice echoing against worn-out wallpaper. Chipped black nail polish dances around in dramatic gestures as she speaks, amidst the scent of sex and stale ciga...