“Sexy lady assassin” are three words that always get my interest. There’s not a movie ever made that wouldn’t be improved by a sexy lady assassin. Why haven’t I seen La La Land, yet? No sexy lady assassins in it, as far as I know. Why am I looking for a new job? No sexy lady assassins at my current gig. Why didn’t I go to your wedding? I think you know the answer.
The sexy lady assassin in a movie is usually the best part of it, too. She’s certainly the best part of THIS rough ride into Hepcat B-Movie World. The makers of this Chilean film come to sleaze flicks by way of Quentin Tarantino. His Grindhouse project bombed in theaters, but it was a hit for these guys. They borrow from the borrowers. They peddle in twice-used cool, right down to artificial film-print scratches, lines and discoloration on the digital surfaces here.
The worst idea here though is that co-writer/director Ernesto Díaz Espinoza doesn’t make this movie ABOUT the sexy lady assassin (Fernanda Urrejola, curvy, mysterious and perfect in a role that merely asks her to be aloof and frosty) and her adventures in her ridiculous skimpy dominatrix costume and fishnet stockings. She’s barely in about half this (seventy-two-minute) movie. Nope, this is mostly about a bumbling, pencil-neck club DJ who’s trying to find her. He’s not funny. He’s too good-looking. The actual grindhouse audiences of old would have booed this guy.
Best gory moment: The death by a car dipstick up the ass.