It's better than it sounds. Ramu Gupta (Jimi Mistry), a dance teacher in Delhi, seeks his fortune in Manhattan. Since he sees himself as the Indian John Travolta, Ramu is frustrated by living poor in Queens and waiting tables. By accident, he's cast in a porn flick starring Sharonna (Heather Graham). The director (the invaluable Michael McKean) is horrified when Ramu can't get it up. "We have no wood!" he yells. Sharonna offers New Age advice, which Ramu steals as a party trick to entertain Gotham socialites. Soon he's being hailed as the guru of sex.

Screenwriter Tracey Jackson lays on way too much plot, which the light touch of director Daisy von Scherler Mayer (Party Girl) goes a long way to alleviate, especially in the fun musical numbers. Mistry is a find; his scenes with Marisa Tomei as a spoiled heiress exude an unforced sexiness. But Graham, back in the porn territory she aced in Boogie Nights, steals the show. In the winter doldrums, you don't kick at a movie that puts a smile on your face.

“Oh Sherrie”

Steve Perry's girlfriend Sherrie Swafford was actually in the studio when Perry began writing this song--his lone Top Ten hit as a solo act--with two co-writers. The trio began at midnight one night with just "Oh, Sherrie!" and "hold on, hold on." Three hours later, they had a complete song. Swafford, however, had to wait until the next day to hear it. "Sherrie actually got tired and went to bed," Perry said. She also appeared in the video, but their relationship did not hold on for long.