This is a biography of the famous Hollywood Madam, but it's really presented more like a docudrama than a story, except that the typical docudrama would be more reliable. Call Me plays out like a gossip column version of a docudrama - a tell-all that tells virtually nothing. Remember those classic old-time Hollywood gossip columns which began "which big-time Hollywood producer was seen in the clinches with the gorgeous 18 year old blonde who stars in his new movie"? Those stories always left you guessing about who the hell they were talking about, and many people believed that they often weren't talking about anyone - that some of the stories were entirely fabricated to provide filler on days when there was no worthwhile gossip to print.
This movie is like those anonymous items. Heidi has sex with characters named "rock star" and "Steve the producer". I guess we are supposed to have fun guessing who they represent. I ruled out Elton John as the rock star. Oh well, it aired on the USA Network and stars Robert "Captain Cable" Davi, so if you were expecting anything better, you need to realign your expectations.
I wasn't surprised by the poor quality of the movie, but I was disappointed by the obvious flim-flam involved in the body doubling for some nude scenes. In addition to being a perfunctory and shallow biopic, Call Me is a rip-off in terms of presentation. The character does have several moments of exposed flesh, but it is obviously not Jamie-Lynn Sigler's flesh, except for one brief, blurry nipple seen as the camera pans hastily from her waist to her face.
In all other cases, the Fleiss Flesh was provided by a body double. Oh, yes, I know that is common practice, but what distinguishes this from any other use of body doubles is the sheer audacious sleaziness of it. There are three cases where the body double's face is clearly visible - and in two of the cases it looks nothing like Sigler! See the left and center scenes below. In the third case, it is a very dark sex scene which I brightened artificially below right , and the face could be just about anyone in Hollywood, except maybe Paulie Sorvino.
That last instance might have been a reasonable use of a body double - except that even the body double was using an obvious patch! See below It seems to me that a crotch patch kind of defeats the purpose of hiring a body double. In fact, it could result in having to hire a body triple to do the nudity refused by the double! I'm assuming the patch was the actress's idea and not the director's. The director was obviously not trying to keep the scene modest, since Mr Happy made the cut.
Or maybe I could say "made the uncut. So here are two puzzlers for you guys who like to solve mysteries. In the last case, why would you hire a body double who insists on a crotch patch? Surely there are plenty of willing Hollywood hangers-on who would have done the full monty for the same price. In the other two scenes, why would you hire a body double who looks nothing like the star, even though the double's face is to be seen in the shot?
Kinda sloppy, and if the director didn't care, why should we?