Great poster, you know? Completely dragged me, damn near forced me to buy the DVD, all due to the hyper dynamics of the photoshopped illustration. Almost Frazetta like in it's voluptuousness. Lots of implied mayhem, lots of purported action, bullets flying, hair akimbo, sassy thrust of the hip, gun cocked and ready to fire. All very sexy, a complete and total come on for fanboys everywhere.
Then I went and watched the movie. Hmm, maybe Bitch Slap would have been a better choice? All I know is that the movie had it moments, that there was a promising set shoot out piece that didn't really evolve the way that I had hoped (did Heat and Public Enemies spoil me for life?), that the character development was edgy but had already been done better in a half dozen other crime films and that really stellar marquee actors (Faye Dunaway! Malcolm McDowell!) were spot on but squandered, like spending top dollar on Sabretts hot dogs for a backyard bbq kids party.
Sure, I liked the ending, liked it alot, but still. Yeah, still I wondered where was the babe on the box cover? Where was the short midriff shirt, the black bandana, the really big pistol? Why didn't they play up the Luche Libre masks on the box instead of that oh so sexy bandita thing (really, loved that bandoleer of bullets! New fashion accessory on the South Side? Stranger things have happened!)?
Oh, well, it was a Sunday early evening film. I wanted B, I got B. B as in babes, b as in bullets, nada mas. Oh, okay, then, b as in Bueno, good enough for me.
Action!
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