Max Wilk could be a funny man. He gets clever ideas. Some great one-liners. But he has all the subtlety of a sophomore hammering home a dirty punchline. Thus you have hero Otto Benson, an ex-method actor now the ""dynamo and fuel cell of Omega, Inc."" Otto uses the Method to actually become the product his company is working on. When first met, he is a bed, complete with innerspring. Off-hours Otto cavorts with Gretchen, a Radcliffe rouser, and plays with his tapes. Having accidentally recorded the secret life of his housekeeper, Otto comes up with the notion of recording ""a history of our time, spoken by the people themselves""--Mr. and Mrs. America caught unaware. They are the Driscolls of apple-pie Ohio with their horny adolescent son and experimental teenage daughter, Jessie. Otto plants his microphones and sits out his research--""And the blat goes on,"" until he runs into Jessie and an unwanted seduction. Then Jessie finds out about the tapes. . . . Too much splice. . . too little editing.