Thin comedy about urban blight as it engulfs the gilt and marble of the Rococo movie house, formerly a legit theater, and the life of manager Clifton Praeger, ""fuckup,"" former social worker and obsessive-compulsive do-gooder. Kurz tells it in flashbacks from ""Superdude Day"" at the newly re-christened Black Rococo--a promo stunt that backfires when the half-wit blaxploitation star gets too smart to confront a screaming, fanatic mob. The money-grubbing management packs them in and chains the fire exits while back and forth we go between Cliff's affair with a chick who collects strays, his longstanding battle with the unprincipled bosses and his discovery of the theater's nutty guardian angel residing in an unused dressing room--a former owner/manager who will save the day when the fire breaks out. One-liners and laffs in local color.