Roy Darpinian, like many boys when he was young, had a crush on movie stars. In the 1950s, Marilyn Monroe was his wet dream, as well as half of America's. The difference is that during one summer vacation, he enlisted his spineless buddies, Scott Foreman and Ned Bleuer, to drive all the way to Hollywood and make as many desperate attempts as necessary to meet her or get arrested trying, and no setback or embarrassment (even publicly bare-ass) could deter or distract him. Against all odds, he was able to help her.