Tuesday, July 12, 2005


Getting into some seriously shite Gangsta/Playa Z-Movies and Rapspoitation right now, but even I'm aghast at this one:

Leprechaun in the Hood: what tha fuck were they thinking of?

Still, whatever it was they were smoking in the Pre-Production meetings, it certainly did the trick: cheap and cheesy, punk-ass thrills w/ plenty of low-grade gore, Gangsta cliches and Ice-T pulling some Bad (as in bad, not baaaad) Mack Daddy shapes. Nice tie, though.

A fat pre-op transexual is shagged to death by a rubber-faced midget who talks in rhyme with a bad Dick van Doike style Oirish accent (so that's where Neil Gaiman gets all his ideas from!), a blind black mama accidentally puts out someone's eye with a fork and a trio of loser Run DMC wannabes (Postmaster P, Stray Bullet and, er, Butch) are pursued by Zombie Fly-Girls wearing green contact lenses and gold baco-foil mini-dresses. Truly absymal, but Chris and I loved every minute of it.

Best line: "Jesus loves me, this I know/And if he don’t, I’ll find a ho!”

A quid down the garage.