This is on Netflix streaming.
PLOT: A retired, alcoholic CIA agent agrees to help the agency recover two lost briefcases in exchange for the name of the man who murdered his wife.
This is another fake grindhouse movie, but with some surrealist touches to it. Constant nudity, torture and gore, and a plot that makes little sense. The film alternates between black and white and washed-out Super 8 Eastmancolor at random. Footage of women auditioning for nude modeling jobs is inserted periodically. Split screens and time-lapse photography are also thrown in at random. There's a really good blaxploitation-style funk soundtrack throughout.
A few drive-in highlights: "Presented by" an ex porn star for no reason. Cowboy's head blown clean off. Bizarre bikini coke party. Phone calls. Snuff movies. Danny Trejo. Asian torturers in Frederick's of Hollywood lingerie. Real life lesbian vampires. "Intermission" sequence. Suggestive ice cream licking. Strip club massacre. Corkscrew to eyeball.
I'm usually not a fan of "deliberately bad" movies but I thought this one worked for the most part and kept surprising me. The jokes aren't the "look at me, I'm making a bad movie and I know it" sort of Troma-style gags I hate; they're more subtle. For example, the CIA goes to all this trouble to get the retired agent to recover the briefcases, but what does he actually do? Makes a phone call, to someone who then makes another phone call, to someone who then calls the operative Black Licorice, who actually does the work. The "hero" does nothing even remotely heroic and never even breaks a sweat. Why not hire Black Licorice in the first place and cut out the middlemen?
Feel free to give it a try and tell me what you think. I give it 3.5/5 but I see how the arty elements (which I love) could annoy some people.
