WEEKEND MADNESS WRAP-UP......SPECIAL 'THE UN-GREAT DEBATE' EDITION......

 Biden goes down in flames in crucial debate with Trump.....America's nightmare becomes as real as it can be.....as Biden's words and thoughts deteriorate into gibberish, Trump unleashes his usual hurricane of lies, unopposed and unanswered by either Biden or debate moderators Jake Tapper and Dana Bash. Nausea grips the nation as the only glimmer at the end of the tunnel might come from democrats convincing Biden to make way for a fresh new candidate......expect alcohol sales to to skyrocket through the rest of the year....

Trump's pet judge Aileen Cannon continues to slow down his stolen documents trial......at a recent rally, Trump muttered, "What a bargain this judge was.....all I had to do was make her a judge without without even grabbing her pussy, then having to pay her off.."

The Supreme Court, while still pondering whether Trump can kill his opponents and get away with it, guts the law that sent Trump's Jan. 6th terrorists to jail........in related news, if their sentences are reduced or thrown out, Justice Alioto and his wife invited the convicted Trumpanzees to an outdoor barbecue where the U.S. Constitution will be flown upside down, Justice Thomas and his wife also invited them to a free ride around the block in their donor gifted recreational vehicle. Brett Kavanaugh sent them all personally autographed Budweiser six packs.....

'THE BIKERIDERS'....A PHOTO SHOOT IN SEARCH OF A MOVIE......

 The Bikeriders (2023)      Maybe the first problem with this film stems from its source....a book of photographs that chronicled the rise and fall of biker gangs from the mid 1960's to the early 70's,

             The casting vividly duplicates the gritty real portraiture of the book. Yeah, these guys look and sound like the real thing. The two male leads (Tom Hardy, Austin Butler) evoke the taciturn, cooler-than-cool aura of the Leaders Of The Pack.

         Butler does the mashup of James Dean, Marlon Brando and Steve McQueen, while Hardy mostly silently simmers as the grizzled, seen-it-all, done-it-all middle-aged rebel.  Their fellow bikers are a collection of quirky oddballs, but only one of the actors playing them (Michael Shannon, of course), uses his craft to turn the character into a real person.

        Stuck in the middle of all this revved-up machismo is an ordinary row home neighborhood girl Kathy (Jodie Comer). As the only verbose, semi-literate human in bikerworld, she functions as the film's on-screen and off-screen narrator-historian. 

         We've been Team Comer ever since she knocked us out in "Killing Eve", but here she's a jarring presence with her studied, over-played American middle-lower-class accent. The script forces her into braying out an endless stream of commentary and it never rises above a Graduate Acting class exercise.  Her best moments come dialogue free, when she's able to wordlessly express her exhausted disgust at the biker lifestyle she stumbled into. 

          Oh, right....back to the bikers. We see the origin story (as simple as working stiff family man Hardy inspired by watching Brando in "The Wild One"). The culture starts innocently enough, with the guys, many with wives and children, seeking boozy brotherhood combined with the freedom of hitting the open road. 

          Still anchored in 1950's values of friendship and loyalty, this black leather Camelot crumbles with the influx of the Vietnam afflicted boomers, PTSD tormented veterans who arrive with their moral compasses already smashed to pieces.  This all leads to the modern day biker gangs we're all familiar with.....fuel injected gangsters-on-wheels deep into drug dealing, sex-trafficking and murder for hire. 

         Every so often, the film bursts out with some riveting sequences, energized by a soundtrack of non-stop needle drops of rough tough 60's pop songs. But the overall effect is that of a movie of still photos as carefully composed as the ones from the book that inspired it.  That doesn't make for good storytelling. 

          Butler and Hardy's characters remain ciphers, and Comer's attempted midwest blatherings does nothing but slow the movie down. 

          By the time 'Bikeriders' ends, we're left realizing we could've saved time by thumbing through the pages of the book.....2 stars (**).

         

          

'SIX OF SORROW'....SANDY QUILL GIVES YOU THE SCOOP ON THIS NEW SUPERNATURAL CHILLER.....

 Six Of Sorrow by Amanda Linsmeier (2024

(Beloved BQ visitors, you've probably noticed by now that when it comes to book reviews, we rely on the wisdom and wit of our co-blogger, The Sandy Quill. Like BQ, Sandy's eclectic tastes run across any and all genres - from psychological horror to geo-political action adventures to....well, even the sappiest, sweetest romances and Young Adult angst. So here's SQ's take on a hot-off-the-presses hair raiser about 6 small town teen girls stalked and haunted by......well, we'll now leave it to Sandy to tell you whether it's worth a read...)

     Definitely one of those books where you want to put off doing other stuff so you can keep reading to see what happens next. It's a nicely witch-crafted (so to speak) chill-you-to-the-bone brew of bubbling toil, trouble and growing dread.

     I loved the setting of Sorrow, a little island-town parked off the Louisiana coast across from New Orleans. Supposedly named after a legendary witch, the town's supernatural elements rise up to bedevil six teen girls, all born on the same day. Why them? And why now? And what or who is the source of all this scary torment afflicting these girls? Now you know why this book's guaranteed to keep you glued to it till you find out.

     Through childhood Isabeau and her five friends, Reuel, Georgia, August, Cori and Sloane were inseparable. But starting after their tweens, something split them apart, with only Isabeau and Reuel remaining BFFs. But then Reuel's mysterious three day disappearance rocks the community and serves to re-bond the girls' sisterhood. Though she's found safe and sound, Reuel's health and physical appearance alarmingly deteriorate - as if her life force is being drained out of her to make something (or someone else) stronger.

     And it's clear to the girls that one by one, they're in the cross hairs of some terrible vengeful entity......and it's up to them to find out what's after them and save their own lives. Are they cursed? And what's the how, why and who of it?

     Those questions and their answers kept me pinned to the pages all the way through. Filled with moments of unease, suspense and nightmarish dreams, I can't think of a better way to add real chills to your summer reading. I can also imagine 'Six of Sorrow' as a top Halloween season read and would make a surefire mini-series to rival "Pretty Little Liart....4 stars (****). If you're summer reading list is booked solid, keep this one in mind for those chilly Fall nights...

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'TRIGGER WARNING'.....MIDDLE-OF-NOWHERE SCUMBAGS NEED SOME ALBA-SIZING......

 Trigger Warning (2024.....answers the long simmering question we've always longed to ask.....

        ......how bad does a movie have to be for Netflix to sit on it for two years before finally deciding to spew it out for all to see?

          Answer.....this bad.

          Fortunately for Netflix stockholders, this one's not one of their 300 million dollar pale imitations of a 1990's action-adventure blow-em-up, cobbled together from leftover algorithms borrowed from the Schwarzenegger-Stallone-Willis era. 

           On the contrary, it's a grungy, dirt-cheap looking imitation of leftover algorithms borrowed from the Schwarzenegger-Stallone-Willis era.

           Jessica Alba assumes commando-black-ops-ass-kicking duties previously held by J-Lo and Gal Gadot.  But not to worry, even when she's clobbering, kung-fuing. and Jason Bourne-ing a generic load of scummy combatants, she's still cute as a button. 

           The storyline, exhumed from one of those Shane Black-ish action-adventure scripts, relies on that old, old Western movie trope.....the hero returns to the homestead, only to find out the town's infected with villainous corruption. 

           So welcome to middle of effin' nowhere New Mexico, where our gal Jessie does battle with a foul family whose rotten partriach (Anthony Michael Hall) is running for the Senate as a Trumpian wanna-be.  The fam's side hustle is swiping high tech arms from a nearby Army depot and selling it to terrorists. 

           What little entertainment value one can extract from this is the sight of Alba pounding into oblivion any number of look-alike lugs twice her size and weight.  But after the 8th of 9th such sequence, the film becomes a long, slow snooze.

           And don't waste your time or eyes hoping to feast on spectacular scenery or settings.  Daddy Netflix most definitely decided to not lay out that kind of money.....a major chunk of it takes place in a cave. 

           Blatantly connect-the-dots and paint-by-numbers, a viewer could literally forget about this movie while they're still watching it. 

          We know we did. 1 star (*).

WEEKEND MADNESS WRAP-UP.....SPECIAL 'IS IT WARM OUT HERE OR IS IT JUST ME?' EDITION......

Supreme Court make bump stocks legal again, paving the way for more psychotic mass shooters to slaughter high numbers of innocent people with a few bursts from their automatic weapons.....but in a gesture of humanity, extended their thoughts and prayers to the families of all future victims, and cautioned American to learn how to duck while at theaters, concerts and supermarkets.....

Putin visits his BFF Kim Jung Un.....from a secretly recorded conversation between them - Putin: "Love you more than the sight of pile of dead Ukrainians! You worst person in world, yes?"  Kim: "No, you!"  Putin: "You!"  Kim: "You my favorite worst person in world besides me! " Putin: "And don't forget useful idiot from America."  Kim: "Oh, you mean my pudgy-wudgy love-toy Trumpy! What can I say? We fell in love...

Climate deniers swelter under the 'heat dome', while wildfires burn and floods continue to wipe out entire neighborhoods.......while claiming global warming is a deep fake theory that was found on Hunter Biden's laptop........

Louisiana requires the Ten Commandments to be posted in all schools.....with the state legislators conveniently forgetting that their favorite Presidential candidate Trump has violated at least 9 of them, with the exception of 'Thou Shall Not Kill'...declared the Governor, "Oh don't worry....come next year, he'll execute all those disloyal Generals.....and Jimmy Kimmel too..."

Trump accuses Biden of cognitive decline, then can't remember the name of his own doctor who gave him a cognitive test....said the Ex President, "I remember I passed my test, my doctor can tell you....Dr...uh....Gray, the anatomy guy,what a great show he's on....no wait it was...uh....Strangelove, wasn't it.....now I remember! Dr. Lector....he gave me the test while we were on an electric boat surrounded by sharks....."

'I SAW THE TV GLOW'.....TRANSITIONING TEENS TUMBLE DOWN A BUFFY-ISH RABBIT HOLE.......

 I Saw the TV Glow (2024)   'Elevated Horror' may or may not be the right category for this one......

        True, it's populated with monsters, most of them accomplished with impressive practical make-up effects.

          But it's clear from the first frame that scaring us is far from what's on the mind of writer-director Jane Schoenbrun. 

           At a moody, measured slow pace, sometimes interrupted by startling visuals, the film focuses on two disaffected teens, each quietly afflicted by a miserable family life and their own gender upheavals.

         7th grader Owen (Justice Smith) stumbles upon 9th grader Maddy (Brigette Lundy-Paine), who's obsessed with 'The Pink Opaque', a young adult supernatural TV series. In the show, a clever knockoff of 'Buffy The Vampire Slayer', two teen girls with psychic powers hunt down monsters-of-the-week, especially their 'Big Bad' Mr. Melancholy, a literally moon-faced entity. 

         Maddy's realization she's gay has already made her an outcast in the suburban community, while the painfully shy, physically slight Owen can't yet figure out if he belongs with girls or boys.  But together, they escape their individual agonies by immersing themselves in the Pink Opaque universe.   

        But the show has a far more serious grip on Maddy than Owen. Fleeing her cruel home life, she reappears years later, explaining to a stunned Owen that she's found a way to live inside the bizarre world of 'The Pink Opaque'. When she asks him to join her, the still timid, conflicted Owen can't bring himself to surrender his ties to the real world. 

          If any of you reading this feel like saying things like 'Huh?' or 'Say what now?'....well, welcome to 'I Saw the TV Glow'.....

          Even if you've enjoyed the excursions into artistic, 'elevated' horror, might find this film testing your patience to its very limits.  But for those willing to accept director Schoenbrun using the genre as a metaphor for the inner torment of gender transitioning, there's much eye-popping imagery and subtext to savor here. 

          What did BQ get out of it?  Maybe this wasn't on the film's agenda, but in a way, it functions as a cautionary tale for Fanboys and Fangirls who use fantasy films and TV shows to escape what they view as their own life's deficiencies. (Take note of the scene where Owen re-watches 'The Pink Opaque', saddened by how crude and amateurish the series now looks to him...)

           Having sat through enough tired, derivative horror films, we still found this one, odd, slow and obtuse as it is, brimming with fresh ideas and the cinematic chops to pull them off.  And let's not end this without mentioning the two lead actors are beyond superb. 

          And chances are, you won't see a horror film this year as creatively off the beaten track as this one.....3 & 1/2 stars (***1/2).

       

         

'THE WATCHERS'.....THE NEPO APPLE BARELY FALLS OFF THE TREE.......

 The Watchers (2024)    So here we have a fantasy-supernatural-semi horror thriller concocted by Nepo Baby Ishana Shyamalan, daughter of the erratic purveyor of such movies, M. Night Shyamalan.....

         Is she a chip off the old block? Had she got cinematic chops to glue us to our seats with dazzling twists and otherworldly, 'Twliight Zone' type plots?

        Or did she choose, for her debut film, to slavishly imitate the worst elements of her father's films.....a devotion to laborious mythologies that cross the line into silliness and a reliance on Hail Mary twists to defibrillate the comatose storyline?

        Sorry to report.......the latter.

        Not that Shyamalan the younger doesn't possess cinematic craftsmanship. The scenes are skillfully photographed, staged and edited for whatever effect she was hoping to achieve.  We don't doubt that if she ever comes up with a script to match her skills, she could knock our socks off. 

         But not this time. She chose to serve up a pale generic version of some of her dad's most ridiculed films...(particularly 'Lady In The Water')

         Off we go now to a creepy Irish forest, inhabited by  combination Monster-Fairy hybrids who can shape-shift to imitate humans. (Yes, there's an elaborate backstory to this bunch, that we wouldn't even begin to explain lest we put ourselves to sleep....)

          Unlucky folks who stumble into Monster-Fairyland either get offed or forced to stay in a one room house, one of whose walls is a 2 way mirror. At night, these poor suckers must present themselves in front of the mirror side and let the beasties watch them from the clear glass side.....hence, 'The Watchers'.

            Trapped with the human detainees is Mina (Dakota Fanning), an American girl who'd exiled herself to Ireland, the better to suffer her inner torment from a traumatic childhood event.   (Which explains, we suppose, why Fanning wanders through the movie in a low gear depressed daze....)

              By the time the film lurches to its conclusion, unloading a few paltry twists, we're only left pondering why we bothered to sit through it at all.  By that time, director Shyamalan is so tangled up in myth exposition, she's too distracted to give the film any genuine emotional high points. 

              For horror-fantasy completists, wait until it hits either a free streaming service or one you already subscribe to for other content. 

              For everyone else......make it a hard pass. 1 star (*).

'THE CALCULATION OF YOU AND ME'...AN AUTISTIC MATH STAR TRIES ROMANCE TO WIN BACK HER EX....

  The Calculation of You and Me by Serena Kaylor (2024)

       Serena Kaylor pulls off what I think is a remarkable achievement - to fashion a story comprised of every familiar, unsurprising YA romantic trope and still keep readers fully engaged with its lead characters, anxiously cheering them on through every speed bump on their ride to an HEA.

        Your heart aches right away for autistic calculus whiz Marlowe, dumped by her boyfriend Josh in a particularly cruel way. Marlowe's crushed by him telling her she's simply not wired to comprehend and respond to romance and love. Though it's pretty much clear that Josh's charming popularity masks an abysmal human being, Marlowe's determined prove him wrong and w00 him back with flowery prose......as soon as she figures out how.

      This daunting task leads her to make a 'Cyrano' bargain with her new unlikely partner in a required English Lit class project on romance novels., the black-clad, moody Ashton. Though seething at Josh's treatment of Marlowe, he reluctantly agrees to help her in exchange for her applying her savvy marketing skills to boost his talented garage band.. Naturally (as if you didn't know), this puts Marlowe and Ash in close proximity to each other. Hamm....what could possibly come from that?

         I hardly need to describe how the rest of this plays out, but I don't think anyone picks up a book like this for outrageous twists and reveals. The very familiarity of what happens won't stop any reader from quickly turning those pages to reach that warm hug of a satisfying ending. The bonuses along the way are the ample helpings of wit and wisdom that the author provides (I especially liked Odette and Poppy, the usual BFF Greek Chorus to all the proceedings and I'm guessing readers will wish they had that romance-only bookstore in their neighborhood.)

        As well worn as these tropes were, it didn't make the calculated plot turns of 'Calculation' any less fun to read. And a perfect poolside or beachside companion, or just cozy up to it any time at all.

       4 stars (****) Romance fans shouldn't miss putting this one on their list to enjoy.

THE 2024 TONY AWARDS......OH, THE DRAMA.....THE DRAMA.....

The 2024 Tony Awards (2024)   We never miss this show every year, even though we never get to see any of the nominated plays or musicals unless someone eventually makes a movie out of them.....

         How could we not?  Film and TV awards shows, because they all pile up between January and March, start to all look the same.....the same people from the same lists of films and shows reveling in self congratulation and Uriah Heep-ish false modesty.

        After all that dust clears, the Tony awards for Broadway shows and performances pops up at the start of summer. And for sheer ego-driven spectacle and...uh....theatricality, no other show equals it. 

       Liberally peppered with staged excepts from nominated musicals, the show drips in tearful sweat to perpetuate a grand illusion.  We're supposed to believe that the Broadway community is one enormous, generous happy family, whose members dote on each other and cheer themselves on as if each one's a loving parent of the other......

          Bullshit. We spent our younger years writing plays for theater companies so we know whereof we speak.....

          In cold hard reality, theater folk are insecure, ego-driven and addicted to their own personal dramas worse than any opioids. And as they publicly clap their hands bloody in praise of their colleagues, privately, they pray for their failure.

            All of this behavior goes on full display at the Tonys.....and even as the musical casts sing and dance themselves into an exhaustive frenzy, for sheer melodramatic pageantry, they can't compete with the groveling self-aggrandizement of the winners' acceptance speeches. 

           Almost all the winners come fully prepared with a carefully composed, solo one act play.  This lengthy brain fart usually begins with their Oliver Twist-Little Orphan Annie childhoods and ends with their redemption and deliverance by the lure of the stage.....plus the laundry list of thanks for everyone they ever met in their life.  

             We're not denying that this stuff is fun to watch, but here's the elephant in the room.....the ridiculously overpriced elephant in the room. 

             These Broadway babies babble on about how they're bringing the illumination and perception of the theater arts to the world at large and doing their bit to make us all better people in a better world to live in. 

              What none of them ever speak of......the cheapest tickets to their shows are in the neighborhood of 70 bucks and prime orchestra seats can run up $300 a seat or more.

              Broadway box office is primarily fueled by travel agencies throwing in show tickets as part of their 5 days-6 nights in New York packages. And tourists prefer a couple hours of singing and dancing before moving on the Statue Of Liberty tour. 

                Like everyone else, we'd love the chance to see these shows in their entirety.....but that would require taking out a second mortgage on our house, and existing solely on pizza crusts plucked out the dumpster behind Domino's....

                In a way, the opening of this year's Tonys was the most perfect encapsulation of the entire show. Host Ariana DeBose kicked things off with a generic song and dance number that had absolutely nothing to do with Broadway theater, but did a good job celebrating.....Ariana DeBose.  A legend in her own mind. 

              Then the audience, nominees and winners duly followed after in the same spirit of fake brotherhood and preening pride in themselves. 

              And that's showbiz, folks!  But if you love musicals, by all means stream it for a box-o-chocolates sampler of the current hits......you'll save yourself at least $800,000 in ticket money.....

             The Tonys itself?  When they stop talking about how their shows improve the world and start talking about how to lower the astronomic costs to see their shows, we'll give them more than....1 star (*).

         

WEEKEND MADNESS WRAP-UP.....SPECIAL "BUT HUNTER BIDEN!" EDITION.....

 

Maga Morons conflicted over Hunter Biden's conviction, not knowing whether to celebrate, or claim he wasn't indicted on enough charges, or worry about the government coming for their guns.....or part of a deep state conspiracy to generate sympathy for Joe Biden for not wanting to pardon Hunter......("They planned this all along to sabotage Jesus's only choice for President!")

Tapes made public reveal Supreme Court Justice Alito prattling on about returning to 'Godliness', while Justice Thomas is found to not have declared additional gifts given to him......both their names pop up on recent category on 'Jeopardy' -'Can You Believe They Made It To The Supreme Court?'

Trump returns to Washington to meet GOP leaders....Mitch McConnell, who once blamed him for Jan. 6th and Ted Cruz, who once called him a sniveling coward, now shake hands and applaud him.....and then immediately gargled with Listerine to erase the odor of Trump's leftover feces still lingering on their tongues........

Trump trashes Milwaukee, the city hosting the GOP convention that will nominate the first felon Presidential candidate in history....prompting the Schlitz Brewing Company ('the beer that made Milwaukee famous') to send the ex President specially brewed Commemorative sixpacks - Premium beer laced with scrapings from used colostomy bags.......

'CRABS!'....BECAUSE YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH FILMS WITH CRUSTACEAN DEVASTATION....

 Crabs! (2021).....at first glance of the title, we thought this might be a ripped-from-the-headlines horror film with Stormy Daniels screaming in terror at the sight of Donald Trump's crotch.....

          But BQ's enthusiasm didn't lessen when we realized the film was an obscure, dirt cheap sci-fi romp about nuclear-mutated horseshoe crabs laying waste to a coastal town. 

           Oh Glory Glory Hallelujah!  The kind of movie we love to uncover....the kind of movie that inspired us to start this blog in the first place

            And it did not disappoint.  We didn't mind the use of CGI effects that looked like they came out of a discounted software package off the Best Buy shelves......as long as the movie brought the crazy.  And was damn fun to watch.  

            Yes, it did. And for such a poverty row effort, the actual on set, live creature costumes and models aren't bad at all. 

            Best of all......there's.....Radu! (More on him in a sec...

           First, let me credit the filmmakers for remembering to include in the end credits the info that real horseshoe crabs are fascinating harmless creatures to be cherished and valued. BQ lives near and regularly visits a small beach where these wondrous armor plated beauties arrive to spawn and congregate every summer.  And visitors join in carefully helping out the ones who've been flipped upside down by the incoming tides....(hint: Never, never pick one up by the long sharp tail, just nudge it a little with your foot to maneuver it right side up....)

            But let's get back to this movie's horseshoes, who've turned aggressive and lethal from their proximity to a nuke power plant explosion. Now the smaller ones move around like by predatory Roombas, leaping on people to shred faces and snack on eyeballs. And larger, ambulatory man-sized versions start clomping around to join in the fun and carnage. 

            Who can stop the monstrous onslaught and save the world?  That daunting task falls to wheelchair bound teen tech whiz Philip (Dylan Riley Snyder), his cute prom date Maddy (Allie Jennings) and their deliriously insane vaguely European classmate Radu (Chase Padgett).

            How do we even begin to explain Radu?  He steals every scene he's in..... a mad, mad mashup of Borat, Peewee Herman and Arnold Schwarzenegger. Watching him in action, you won't know whether to roll your eyes in disbelief or just surrender and laugh your head off at him.  (In between crab attacks, Radu offers to buy Maddy from her mother by offering a wrench in trade.....)

           Befitting the genre, the crabs feast on the high school senior prom and other assorted victims.....which leads Philip to build and operate his very own giant mechanical monster to go 'Pacific Rim' mano e mano with an equally jumbo King Of The Crabs. Cue the epic Kaiju Vs. Mecha smackdown, fairly epic for movie made for about 20 bucks and change. 

          By now you've figured out whether this film's your cup of crab chowder. If you partake, lay in a good supply of booze and popcorn, but by all means, stay awake for the end credits song ("Is Crabs!"), sung by the one and only (thank God)....Radu!

         Radu, you'll live forever in our hearts.....as a sight we can never unsee.....no matter how hard we tried.  For you and your crabs, 3 stars (***).

           

'HOLD ME, THRILL ME, KISS ME'.......WATERED DOWN JOHN WATERS WITH A SHINING LIGHT OF INDIE FILM....

Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me (1992)   By the time this rambunctious little comedy appeared, the era of independent film was truly taking flight. 

        Indie filmmakers, with little or no money but endless creativity and daring, were slapping together their outlier movies in three weeks or less.

        And their cinematic influences?  Possibly anybody and any film, from classics to whatever film they saw the night before they began work on their scripts. 

        Important to keep in mind.....'Pulp Fiction' was still two years away, so the indie world, thankfully, was yet to be swamped with that toxic flood of Tarantino-esque imitations that now reside in well deserved obscurity. 

         So who, if anyone, were aspiring (and perspiring) indie film creators taking their inspiration from?

         It's all too clear whom writer-director Joel Hershman hoped to emulate and pay homage to with his debut effort,  'Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me'.......

         In the tradition of John Waters and Paul Bartel, Hershman fashioned a similar oddball, screwball comedy. Like Waters' legendary 'Pink Flamingos', the film's populated with oddball, trailer trash loons, barely existing above poverty level.  They spend most of their time screaming insults at each other, and a few are prone to violence. 

        Things get off to roaring start with the handgun wedding of high strung Twinkle (Sean Young), holding a pistol on her groom Eli (Max Parrish) a hapless hunk who helped her swipe a load of cash from her criminal father.  Before they can say their "I do's", they're on the ground wrestling for the gun, which ends up pointing at Twinkle when it goes off.

        Max flees with the loot, biding his time in a rental trailer park while awaiting a passport and new fake identity paperwork from the shady 'Mr. Jones' (played, we kid you not, by LSD guru Dr. Timothy Leary).

         At the park, filled with the usual John Waters gargoyle caricatures, Eli avoids Sabra a braying, brassy stripper played by porn star April Rayne. But he falls for Dannie, Sabra's sweet virginal 17 year old little sister.  And Dannie, played by rising indie star Adrian Shelley, is reason we stayed with the film from beginning to end. 

        Shelley had already carved out a name for herself with her first two films, "The Unbelievable Truth" and "Trust" and along with Parker Posey, she became one the most unforgettable manic pixie dreamgirls in independent films.  And tragically, her life and brilliant career as a writer-director ("Waitress") was extinguished by her senseless murder at the hands of an illegal immigrant. 

        Her presence automatically elevates the film and toward its finale it rewards her by giving her one of the funniest deadpan lines in the entire running time. 

        As for the movie.......well, either you surrender to the sheer nuttiness of it or watch it like a10 car pile-up on the highway. Either way, it's never boring. Diane Ladd's in there as one of the trailer park inmates and the rest of the cast (including the notoriously wacky Sean Young) give it everything they've got. 

       Even though it spends a little too much time wearing its insanity on its sleeve like a badge of honor, we ended up liking it. And the eventual love scene between Eli and Dannie is done with gentle, erotic tenderness, surprising to encounter in such an outrageous farce.

        And don't forget to listen to the lyrics of all hilarious accompanying songs on the soundtrack. They're as funny as anything going on in the movie..... For them and Adrian Shelley, 3 stars (***).