Eva Lovelace, would-be actress trying to crash the New York stage, is a wildly optimistic chatterbox full of theatrical mannerisms. Her looks, more than her talent, attract the interest of a paternal actor, a philandering producer, and an earnest playwright. Is she destined for stardom or the "casting couch"那天在家发呆呢,突然飞来一只小鸟儿,撞窗户上了,我想:上帝在玩“愤怒的小鸟”吧,可是,不对碍…上帝觉得我是猪???? Will she fade after the brief blooming of a "morning glory"?