Alex Steyermark's Prey for Rock & Roll rings true when it confines itself to the atmosphere of a struggling, aging, all-girl rock band. The game cast, including Gina Gershon, Lori Petty, and Drea de Matteo, sets the right tone, eschewing typical Hollywood glamour for a more lived in, burnt-out look. Years of frustration and rejection have clearly taken their toll on these characters, and their acerbic banter, as they work through the band's everyday worries, seems pitch perfect. Gershon even sings well enough to be believable as a would-be rock star. The film nails its realistically skuzzy, low-rent L.A. setting, but screenwriters Robin Whitehouse and Cheri Lovedog (whose writing is based on her personal experiences as a musician) are determined to work a clunky plot into the scenario. Then Lovedog's original songs are performed in response to the soap opera theatrics onscreen, making them seem overly literal and pedantic. The romance might seem a little contrived at first, and the ex-con (effectively played by Marc Blucas) whom Jacki (Gershon) falls for, a bit too good to be true, but the film maintains a certain grace until the story goes off the rails in melodramatic fashion. Prey for Rock & Roll achieves an appropriate mood with wit and style, exemplified by the film's cleverly designed opening credits, but then squanders the good will it's built up with a shoddy story line.