Edy Williams in a starring dramatic/sexy role, a miniscule budget, an impossible-to-believe scenario, horrid acting, and bad writing come together to make this one delightful viewing experience.
Our film opens with the telltale copulatory squeals of Ashley St Ives, I mean Dr. Carol Evans, coming from the upstairs bedroom of an ordinary Southern California house with ugly furniture. We quickly discover the guy she's with wants the money she got when her husband, who was heavily insured, died. One thing leads to another and we find Dr Evans mounting some high school kid with a Georgia accent who lives with his parents and shlepping around a corpse, while running away from a Peter Falk-as-Columbo impersonator who may or may not be wearing a hairpiece and we are led to believe is a high school buddy of the aforementioned mountee. Private citizens exercise their right to bear arms, Edy has a shining Oscar moment, and the film ends.
Highly recommended grindhouse/drive-in trash!
Our film opens with the telltale copulatory squeals of Ashley St Ives, I mean Dr. Carol Evans, coming from the upstairs bedroom of an ordinary Southern California house with ugly furniture. We quickly discover the guy she's with wants the money she got when her husband, who was heavily insured, died. One thing leads to another and we find Dr Evans mounting some high school kid with a Georgia accent who lives with his parents and shlepping around a corpse, while running away from a Peter Falk-as-Columbo impersonator who may or may not be wearing a hairpiece and we are led to believe is a high school buddy of the aforementioned mountee. Private citizens exercise their right to bear arms, Edy has a shining Oscar moment, and the film ends.
Highly recommended grindhouse/drive-in trash!