The best compliment I can give to this movie is that I was so bored watching it that I started to clean my room. Other than that, I can't think of any positives. This has all the hallmarks of Boxom B Badness, but everything is so dull. The story is hacked from better movies, the revelation of the killer is unsatisfying, and the movie is about ninety-seven minutes too long. I liked the ketchup style blood, and the strip club setting, and I really enjoyed watching Rob the manager die a horrible death and the killer's dumb motivation monologue. Mia Zottoli, whose breasts you may remember, and the mostly topless female ensemble are vapid as they are pretty. The males in these Showtime movies are always grey haired quasi tough guys and the girls are large breasted bimbos. Not bad enough to have a laugh fest, but certainly nothing to be proud of either. Bored now.
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