Melissa (Douglas Conner) and Katrina (Brian Dorton) have pretty much
always been killing people, as a meaningless pastime, mostly. But now that
they have found this new app for their cellphones that helps them track
down sex offenders, they have finally found a way to turn their hobby into
something good - and soon they off one sex offender after the other. They
are usually not just killing them, though, they also hand out punishment
that befits the crime (like a little ass-rape or something). However,
now that being women on a mission somehow takes the fun out of killing,
and rifts soon start to emerge between the two women, culminating in a
fall-out when one of them kills an innocent person (the result of an
address mix-up). Katrina now decides to go against the (in her eyes)
biggest of all sex offenders on her own, Quentin (Joe Slack), the man who
has brutally raped her and deprived her of the chance of ever having an
orgasm. But Quentin and his brood of hicks are not as helpless as
Katrina's earlier victims, and before she knows it, Katrina finds herself
tied to a chair and brutally beaten by Quentin and company, who then
threaten to kill her. Will Melissa hear Katrina's cellphone message
detailing her plans in time? And will she come to the rescue? And will the
girls' getaway car break down? And what will happen next? Gross
and camp rape-and-revenge comedy with more female impersonators than you
can shake your stick at, more bodily fluids and excrements than you care
to see in your entire life ... and it's fun, too. Basically, it's the
perfect parody of grindhouse mainstays seen through (early) John Waters'
eyes, which means an over-the-top imitation of normalcy via a busload of
sex and violence, held in garish colours and carried by intentionally bad
taste - and with this movie, that works just fine!
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