Average Italian Greyhound wrote:Deathrace 2000

David Carradine and pre-Rocky Sly Stallone.

...and tits.

benadrian wrote:Pootie Tang
I Got the Hookup.

both good fun

Ben Adrian

Sowley wrote:Pootie Tang does not qualify as a "shitty movie."

sharko wrote:Guess correctly and I'll send you a 5th of Jameson. Really.

Dr. O' Nothing wrote:VANILLA SKY...
you asked for it.

Average Italian Greyhound wrote:

sharko wrote:Guess correctly and I'll send you a 5th of Jameson. Really.

Duh. It was Steve. I'll PM you my address.

Two attractive asian women, a mother and (grown) daughter, live together in a secluded mansion. They spend their days playing incestuous games in memory of their sadistic patriarch, who raped his daughter when she was eleven and murdered several servants...and is now a mummified corpse.

When first glimpsed, our psychotic mother-daughter protagonists are burying their disemboweled chauffeur in their backyard on a dark and stormy night. The jaunty "I'm walking on sunshine" plays in the background. Shortly after this, a love-sick detective pulls his vintage Le car up to the residence, suffering from a painful bullet wound and an equally painful yearning to track down Laura, his long-missing beloved who disapeared after getting kicked out of Le tigre after refusing to take her tambourine off her hi-hat.

What he doesn’t know is that he’s stumbled onto the lair of two profoundly screwed-up chicks who have already lured Laura into their home and brutally killed her (in the process decorating their kitchen with her viscera and big muff, as a flashback helpfully shows). They try to get the oven work. They offer him a traditional dish from their country, hoo phlung poo. He says "I can't go for that"..."no can do"..."no". He quickly utters "no can do" once again and as he tries to run away for love he passes out.

The gals take the wounded detective into their home, christening him Singapore Sling after they discover a recipe in his pocket for that type of cocktail. They use him as a pawn in their sexually-tinged role paying games, during which Singapore Sling is tied up, vomited on and shocked. The daughter dropped the ball, he choked, she blew it. But as Singapore Sling’s confinement wears on he regains his strength and takes a more active role in the games.

His deranged captors become alarmed when a kitchen knife goes missing and they discover Singapore Sling digging a deep hole in their backyard. As psychotic as these gals are, they’re still lucid enough to recognize that a killing is imminent, if not two or even three.