*Movie review from 2010.
*Blog post started on June 16, 2020.
We are back to eight-hour days in the Illinois-banking scene. Has much happened in my life that is worth writing about becomes the question for me.
Since I would like to get out a blog post tomorrow, the best course of action might just be to attach this to the front of my "Bitch Slap" movie review that I hinted at a couple of weeks ago. But I have five and a half hours left in my shift, thus, that is a lot of time to write. That amount is longer than it seems because our clientele does not seem to have the gotten the news that the lobby is now open.
I am not complaining about the lack of traffic. That is because, being a customer of this bank by default, it is good to know they are not flooding inboxes with how we appreciate people in masks coming up to our teller lanes. Or, my attentive nature made sure I did not sign up for promotional email when I filled out the paperwork. They cannot offer daily deals like my retail job, so aside from announcing the lobby is open, what would I be missing?
COD and IRA rates? For someone who might be cutting out a sixth of his income to venture the Second City for improv, it does not seem to be in the cards.
As mentioned three paragraphs (Two before this, so yes I proofread.) prior, I do have my review for 2009's "reinvention" of the B-movie, "Bitch Slap". The title of the feature gave me some inspiration of what I should be doing with the extra time. Women's wrestling is the only certain division that I have not tried to express the "Disgruntled Fan's Real World Championship" history for, so getting to work on that sounds amusing.
There is no way I will be able to finish that by June 17, but I at least get to tease it. Until then, here is a movie review for a flick that perhaps all aspiring Joshis should watch for character inspiration. Guess that is essentially a thumbs up, so below will be the caution of what you will have to deal with for the prospective creativity from "Bitch Slap".
The grindhouse revival has brought back overly graphic horror, but not so much for exploitation films (2010 was when I wrote the first draft for this review). Michael Jai White could not sell me to watch "Black Dynamite" (a premise for which I must apologize for) and Zoe Bell's "Angel of Death" was good, but was not really grindhouse despite the Ted Raimi abuse. A film named "Bitch Slap" definitely is the first feature that I thought had the best shot at reviving the subgenre that "Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill" immediately comes to mind, but it may try too hard to do so.
Trixie, Hell, and Camaro have gotten themselves into a bit of a mess. They are stuck in the desert trying to find a stash of 200 million dollars in diamond with the only man who knew their location rotting in their trunk. Add nosey cops, cyberpunks, and a deteriorating trust amongst these thieves, thinks are bound to get even messier.
I have yet to watch the "Making a Better B-Movie" documentary on the "Bitch Slap" DVD, so at this time I feel this feature missed the mark on what a B-production is. Just because your computer-generated backgrounds look cheesy, does not mean they are in the right genre.
B-movies are suppose to be done on cheap sets that hardly even pass for a set. Sets are the one element that should not be over the top. Acting, props, and scripts are the things the director should go nuts with. This ads a contrast that only enhances the grindhouse feel.
Fortunately for "Bitch Slap!" the dialogue and action do deliver a beyond low-budget movie feel, but the script tries to do way too much. The "Fight Club" storytelling method (Hint at the end before starting at the beginning.) works, but trying to combine female exploitation with secret agent flick is a stretch.
"Bitch Slap" does a lot to reinvent B-cinema, but it tries to do so much that it nearly misses the point. Just because you can make any movie on any budget, (thanks to technology), does not mean you should. The film can be fun, but it seems to think that a B-movie is allowed to get on the audiences nerves. It is obnoxious for the sake of being obnoxious, not obnoxious because of the it is trying to overcome the budget. Finding a certain level of relaxation is needed to get the most out of this flick, and that is probably best obtained from foreign chemicals.
That is probably the reason the film has the line, "Who says drugs are bad for you?"
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