The first must-see film of the year.

A clunky actioner with a handful of cool moments.

It is a whirlwind of delight --- attractive actors, stunning couture, spectacular sets and outrageous parties.

Great movie. Not sure what people expected but I found it highly entertaining.

Photographer takes on a vanity project to document AVN-awards and whole porn subculture.As a photo hobbyist, I was initially drawn by the idea of the film. However it soon became clear that this film has no message or point, other than to advertise the directors book. Michael Grecco's work is usually pretty solid but here his images lack that special something. He shoots his subjects almost like in porn shoots and the results are what you would expect. Also his methods and way he handles his subjects, make him seem like amateurish a-hole - at least as a filmmaker.Semi-interesting movie for photo enthusiasts, others should not bother.

This could have been an interesting film if the filmmaker/photog had shut up about himself for more than five minutes. There are a lot of people in those photos who are semi/pretty famous, and more than half of them don't even get a name tag, let alone be allowed to introduce themselves so that the less informed might know who they are.What you get a lot of is the following laid over (unflattering, not yet photoshopped) shots of people you end up not knowing: "When I took this picture, I thought about myself a lot, because my ego is huge and I'm a super important guy. In a minute, I'm going to start talking to you about me. But first, let's discuss me. I think that when I talk about myself it's great, because I'm interesting. I know I am. I mean, I'm me!" etc. on and on ad nauseum. It gets so tiresome that even if you're interested in the people who are in the doc you end up shutting it off because the filmmaker is a blowhard bore.Dude, I didn't tune in to see YOUR baby pictures.

Where do I begin... I can't believe that I let my old lady talk me into watching this after we were ten minutes into Kansas City Confidential. The 10 minutes of nagging about Black and White, old 50's movies and Jack Elam's crazy eye made me give up and go to this newfangled color movie from 2009.First off this is not a documentary on the Adult Video Awards. It is a documentary of a guy trying to photograph porn actresses at the convention and awards show. So right off the bat I am wondering about why I am watching this. Who cares about the travails of a photographer trying to shoot a coffee table book about the adult convention and awards show.Next, who are these actresses? Notice that I didn't call 'em stars. Stars are people like Seka, Desiree Cousteau, Christy Canyon, not Sunny Lane, and some tatted out goth chick. Strike two. I don't care about his subjects.Now on to strike three, the narrator/photographer Michael Grecco stinks from every angle. He is pretentious, arrogant, condescending and with no reason. His photography skills are weak. To make it more painful after every session with an actress he shows some stills with a fast moving Ken Burns effect and he gloats proudly over his sorry photos. He is no Joe McNally.Strike four, his narration is sad. I mean dude, learn to describe peoples personality and the vibe from the AVN awards. This guy basically says the same thing about every actress, actor and the whole AVN awards show: "She is so Punk Rock, He is so Punk Rock, The AVN Awards show is like a Punk Rock Academy Awards." Get over it. It is 2011 not New York in 74 with the Dolls playing in the background.The only quasi-interesting thing was that most of the Actors he had were actually old school guys like Peter North, Eric Edwards and of course The Hedgehog. Where are the old school actresses from the golden age? Nothing but the new chicks who sit in front of a webcam all day. Lame.With all these strikes, this film needs to be removed from Netflix, the Library of Congress and quite possibly the face of the earth.My recommendation is to stay away from this one like the plague. I wish I would've stuck to my guns last night and watched K.C. Confidential. Noir is way better that this "new" garbage.

This movie is entitled 'Naked Ambition,' which presumably refers to those who toil in the porn industry. But perhaps it's really about the naked ambition of director-photographer Michael Grecco, who, in 2006, was preparing a coffee-table book on the 'stars' of the industry.Grecco seems to promote his book a lot in this alleged documentary. I say 'alleged' because it's decidedly one-sided; it almost lovingly embraces the many sides of porn. We don't hear many negative words about the industry and its blatantly sleazy side. I saw this as a glaring omission. If you think porn is super-hot stuff and its galaxy of 'stars' the ultimate in sexiness, this flick is for you. For jaded others, like me, it's worth a glance if for no other reason than sheer curiosity. It scores highly on the 'curiosity' scale. But if you see porn as anti-sensual and anti-erotic, then you might not be so enthusiastic. If you think a documentary, by definition, should have depth and balance, be prepared for disappointment. That's MY one-sided view. The vacuousness of these female 'stars,' their shallowness, their silicone/collagen-filled bodies, their insincerity, are things to behold. Most of the footage is taken at the Adult Video Awards in Las Vegas, an orgiastic gathering of wacko marketers, weirdos, groupies and freaks. One guy proudly displays a humongous tattoo of his favorite porn star. It fills the complete side of his body. He endured 13 hours of needles and paid $6,000 for the privilege. I found this profoundly sad. And, of course, no flick about porn is complete without the so-called 'godfather' of the industry, Ron Jeremy, who makes an inevitable visit for Grecco's camera. Jeremy was about 56 years old when this film was made. He's fat, he's going bald, and he looks like a lecherous grandfather, not a godfather. He should be reclining somewhere on a beach. Instead, he's still getting it up for porn flicks. Again, I found this profoundly sad. I hope Grecco made money from his coffee table book. He certainly promoted it enough in this non-documentary.