Enzo Poirot doesn't belong in Hollywood.
He makes a living from movies. He is neither an actor, a director, nor a screenwriter.
He has a keen eye and is engaged in a marginal profession in the film industry, such as casting director, film critic, script broker...
Maybe it's more than that.
Everyone in the film industry admires him, and he is willing to be a top talent, except for Victor Lanier.
Victor Lanier is electricity and light, but he is like a phantom, his face unknown to the public.
After being killed by a Hollywood stud in his previous life, Enzo, who was reborn, decided to cherish (?) True love.
He intends to hinder the other party's path to becoming a superstar, and vows to go all out to ensure (?) Their happy relationship.
To trick him into acting in a niche art film,
To coax him to trust a director he has never heard of.
Reduce his salary for popularity,
Damn his box office reputation.
Destroy his desire to perform,
Destroy its good looks.
But every time it backfired.
He didn't know that the flaw was that Victor had already guessed that he was a reborn person, because having sex with him could intercept past life memories, including acting skills.
Flying over the glitz and glamor, there is no Hollywood star aura here, only a sweet love (fu) love (chou) story about "electricity" and "film".
Two protagonists, falling in love and stabbing each other