Poor plot

Better avoid than suffer the bad script and a non-existent storyline of Rick Jacobson’s Bitch Slap 

TAKE three amply endowed females and set them lose in the dessert, digging for diamonds. Then, thanks to some heavy sub-plots, they get into all kinds of skirmishes, cat-fights wet T-shirt fights et al, stuff that is purely exploitative. After all what can one expect with a title like "Bitch Slap."

This is a campy effort centred on three beautiful babes, special operative Hel (Erin Cummings), stripper Trixie (Julia Voth) and psychotic killer Camero (America Olivio). The plot is virtually non-existent and the script by Eric Greundemann lacks ingenuity.

Director Rick Jacobson appears to borrow from Tarentino’s multiple flashback framed narrative but it is pretentious, to say the least. The story moves backwards in time, from hours to days to months till one loses count. 

The lone male (Michael Hurst) is at the receiving end of this trio of vixens and undergoes all kinds of torture. For variety, we have nightclub dances and lesbian forays with the trio taking turns at getting at each other.

Why, no one knows, but Jacobson’s narrative is replete with sexual innuendo, brutish violence reminiscent of those fake wrestling bouts that tend to get on one’s nerves. Either the censors were lulled into sleep or decided to be unusually broad-minded (pun not intended).

By the time, we reach the climax, the film has slipped well out of grasp and one is just longing for the end. Which comes when they run out of imagination or energy. Or both. If there were traces of acting talent, they must have found their way to the floor of the editing room where even 50 per cent of the film could have gone without making any difference.

Bitch Slap is easily one of the biggest no-nos of the year.

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