Art is the happening thing at The Yellow Door, a groovy coffee house brimming with hipsters, beats, and beboppers. When the caffeine kooks aren't listening to the far-out riffs of a sax player, they're jiving on the orbital oratory of a poet who says things like "A rock is a rock or a sculpture. A sound is a sound or music." Walter Paisley (the indomitable Dick Miller), a busboy at the java joint, wants to be an artist real bad-only problem, he's dense as a piece of pottery and doesn't have an iota of imagination. Then one day, he accidentally kills his landlady's cat, and trying to conceal the evidence, covers the kitty corpse with clay. The sculpture is declared a masterpiece and Walter can definitely dig his new status around the gilded portal. Corman's wigged-out witticisms turn the art scene into a mishmash of existential emptiness. As for Walter, his success calls for a grander artistic gesture, eloquently titled "Murdered Man." Slay me!-Steve Seid