Bitch Slap

If the film's half-baked salaciousness feels merely risible, its slapdash screenplay and cheapo look make it something that its generic forbearers rarely were: boring.

The latest proof that calculated camp in the form of homage is nearly impossible to pull off.

The target audience must be that awfully precise niche that never tires of women punching each other.

Over-the-top -- and ultimately tiresome -- female mud-wrestling, kick-boxing and cat fights in a parody of old exploitation movies.

Overblown and underwhelming.

If you like smoking hot gay women with guns, trucker mouths and a disdain for the law -- and really, who doesn’t? -- then you’re in for a treat.

For all of its potentially 3D-appropriate use of flying objects and big boobies, "Bitch Slap" doesn't hold a candle to Russ Meyer's truly transgressive "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" - an obvious inspiration for this gutty little action film.

Jacobson and Gruendemann appear determined to put the grind into grindhouse. And not in a good way. Everything goes on so long, including an excessively protracted catfight, that the viewer will be crying for mercy before the characters do.

It's an homage to the exploitation genre that doesn't pay full homage to the exploitation genre.

Just go watch Death Proof again instead.