Auto Focus by Michael Dubois Let's begin with the fact that the "E! True Hollywood Story" has effectively rendered celebrity exposes of this sort completely redundant. In the world of Jerry Springer, the exploits of an amateur pornographer cruising groovy orgies in the backyards of gravel-roofed San Fernando Valley duplexes comes off as more than a tad quaint. Then let's compound that with the fact that Bob Crane was by all accounts a talentless cipher, and someone so incapable of introspection that his predeliction for porn destroyed his family and got himself killed in the process, without any clue that his life was spiraling down the drain. So as biopic subject matter goes, not really on anyone's short list. An art house movie about a sitcom star--that doesn't even need a punchline. Sure, Auto Focus looks fantastic. The recreations of "Hogan's Heroes" are a hoot. The performances, especially Willem Dafoe's, are uniformly excellent. And the scene where Dafoe and Greg Kinnear (who is really getting good at this acting thing) argue over orgy etiquette ("You put your hand on my ass." "Of course I did it's a group grope!") is screamingly funny. The question is why director Paul Schrader had any desire to go down this road at all. Watching this movie was like watching Eyes Wide Shut--very entertaining to wallow through, but kind of sad to watch one of our foremost filmmakers slowly losing touch with the world before your very eyes. What did you think of this movie? Sound off in the Movie Forum.