Desperately unfunny attempt to recycle cliches and archetypes from sexploitation actioners.
Overblown and underwhelming, “Bitch Slap” is a desperately unfunny attempt to satirically recycle cliches and archetypes from sexploitation actioners of the 1960s and ’70s within the time-trippy, multiple-flashback framework of a Quentin Tarantino extravaganza. Much like the lesser parodies that arrived near the very end of the mid-’60s spy-spoof cycle, this self-consciously campy farrago offers too little, too late, while tediously burlesquing pics that no one took seriously in the first place. Despite the abundance of absurdly exaggerated violence, comically cheesy f/x and slo-mo, softcore girl-on-girl close encounters, theatrical prospects are nil and homevid potential is, at best, limited.
Russ Meyer’s notorious “Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!” (1965) is only the most obvious inspiration for the haphazard script by Eric Gruendemann and helmer Rick Jacobson. Three bodacious babes — special op Hel (Erin Cummings), innocent stripper Trixie (Julia Voth) and psycho killer Camero (America Olivo) — warily unite to unearth stolen diamonds in a remote stretch of desert. The search, however, is merely an excuse for catfights, shootouts and, of course, acres of exposed cleavage. As Jacobson puts pedal to the metal, his pic goes nowhere fast. But not fast enough.