The
opening
credits
sequence
of
this
film
is
all
about
women
wrestling
with
each
other
in
films
of
yesteryear,
while
the
credits
themselves
are
sarcastic
indicators
of
what's
to
come.
The
film
then
begins
with
a
car
roaring
into
a
remote
desert
encampment,
its
engine
and
the
pounding
music
battling
for
control
of
the
soundtrack.
Three
women
emerge
from
the
rattle-trap,
one
adorned
in
high
heels
and
all
in
scanty
clothes
that
cling
to
their
bodies
like
sweat
on
a
summer
day.
They
survey
a
rusty
trailer
and
gasoline
cans
that
litter
the
hideaway.
Then
they
pull
a
bound
and
wounded
man
from
the
car's
trunk.
They
intend
to
make
him
give
up
the
location
of
what
they
seek
and
don't
mind
using
extreme
pain
in
that
quest.
These
three
women
are
Camero
(America
Olivo),
a
pill-popping
killer;
Trixie
(Julia
Voth),
an
"angelic" stripper;
and
Hel
(Erin
Cummings),
a
mysterious
underground
op.
Their
captive
is
Gage
(Michael
Hurst).
The
back
story
then
unfolds
in
flashbacks
to
fill
you
in
on
the
who's
and
why's
behind
everyone's
presence
in
this
godforsaken
landscape.
All
the
women
have
secrets,
so
betrayals
cut
back
and
forth
as
the
trio
fights
one
another
and
those
who
follow
them
into
the
hideaway.
The
latter
includes
a
sheriff's
deputy
named
Fuchs
(Ron
Melendez)
and
two
psycho
killers,
a
stud
called
Hot
Wire
(William
Gregory
Lee)
and
a
Japanese
hottie
with
a
lethal
yo-yo
named
Kinki
(Minae
Noji).
Co-written
and
produced
by
Rick
Jacobson
and
Eric
Gruendemann
of
TV"s
Xena:
Warrior
Princess
fame,
it
wants
to
be
a
throwback
to
the
Russ
Meyer-type
sexploitation
flicks
of
a
gentler
era.
It"s
a
mash
up
of
biker
chick,
chick
in
prison
and
other
Grindhouse
genres
with
lots
of
slow
motion
cleavage,
girls
in
short
skirts,
girls
kissing
and
girls
fighting.
The
problem,
however,
is
that
it's
as
badly
crafted
as
it
is
occasionally
clever,
a
poor
man's
Sin
City,
with
no
real
sense
of
how
to
walk
the
tightrope
between
well-executed
irony
and
stupid,
cornball
homage.
Delivered
with
tongue
in
cheek,
there"s
a
gleeful
stupidity
to
Bitch
Slap
that
threatens
to
entertain
at
times,
but
it
never
goes
far
enough.
The
actresses
deliver
highly
sensual
performances
where
every
thought
and
desire
gets
communicated
more
through
their
body
language
than
actual
dialogue.
Their
stares,
postures,
movements,
snarls,
smacks,
evasions
and
feral
reactions
convey
whatever
emotional
inner
life
these
absurd
caricatures
might
possess.
The
idea
of
the
film
isn"t
a
bad
one.
There
is
always
room
for
some
good
old
fashioned
cinematic
exploitation,
but
Bitch
Slap
never
strikes
the
right
balance.
The
filmmakers
are
never
fully
enough
committed
to
their
roots
to
pull
it
off
convincingly.
The
end
result
ultimately
is
a
total
misfire.
Bitch
Slap:
A
wannabe
Tarantino
flick!
Rating:
1.5
out
of
5*
Starring:
Julia
Voth,
Erin
Cummings,
America
Olivo,
Lucy
Lawless,
Ron
Melendez,
Kevin
Sorbo
and
Zoe
Bell
Director:
Rick
Jacobson