This
movie was written and
directed by someone
named Herb Jeffries
(who is billed as Herb
Jefferies in the
credits and I'm just
gonna say that you
misspell the name of
the guy who wrote and
directed the damn
thing, maybe, just
maybe, the folks who
stitched it all
together might not be
the best crew on the
planet. Just
sayin'). The
movie blows
chunks. It
spews. Supposed
to be funny in places
but nope it
isn't. Supposed
to be a murder mystery
but really no one who
watches this could
give one fuck or two
shits who is killing
off the gals in the
strip club that
doubles as a local TV
studio. And the
exposure is at the
level of a
12-year-olds idea of
sexy. All of it
is framed as voyeurism
of shower rooms or
dressing
rooms
or
bedrooms. I
figure they got to the
end and said, wait,
there are enough T's
and A's in this thing
and so they threw in
some sport-humping
scene that otherwise
has no one and nothing
to do with the rest of
the movie.
go uncredited even
though unknown 2 is
called Connie in the
movie and plays the part
of a deaf secretary
Tempest
Storm is in the
thing, playing a
stripper of sorts - gad,
the range on that gal -
who teases a bit and
reveals nothing vital.
The whole thing woulda
been a complete waste
were it not for three
things on this disc:
1)
Bunny
Ware has a scene
of about five minutes
in which she dances
nekkid in a dressing
room;
The commentary on this
clip is hilarious in
the most unintentional
ways but she does
reveal how super was
her
superstructure.
