The premise of Milk Money could curdle in your stomach, and the execution of the idea is just plain rancid. With a tip of the hat to the performers, this is a misguided comedy with Hall of Shame pedigree.
Three boys on the cusp of puberty raid their piggy banks and sell their vintage comic books to raise $103.26 and head for the big city to pay to see a real live naked lady. The naifs fall right into an urban scam but are saved from robbery at gunpoint by a good-hearted prostitute, V (Melanie Griffith).
She puts the tykes into her pimp’s car and escorts them back to the suburbs. But after she drops off Frank (Michael Patrick Carter), the car stalls and she’s stuck. Frank’s dad, Tom (Ed Harris), is, of course, a lonely widower, and V is in mortal danger because she’s inadvertently run off with a tankful of ill-gotten lucre that’s already resulted in the murder of her ‘manager.’
The film is obvious, loud, mean-spirited and has its mind in the gutter.