Three outlaws known as The McNasty Brothers terrorize a small frontier town located in the desert. It's up to a former sheriff and a go-go dancer to thwart the dastardly trio.
Boy, does writer/director Alex de Denzy ever fumble the ball with this often painfully dopey and leaden stiff: The meandering narrative plods along at an excruciatingly sluggish pace, the jokes are dumb and unamusing, the purposeful anachronistic touches -- a car, groovy 60's instrumental music, a Black Panther member, etc. -- come across as smug and condescending to the Western genre, and the whole draggy and shapeless mess appears to be (poorly) improvised throughout. Sure, there's some bare boobs and a sprinkling of explicit sex, but the total lack of any discernible point or purpose overall makes this clunker a complete chore to endure.
Boy, does writer/director Alex de Denzy ever fumble the ball with this often painfully dopey and leaden stiff: The meandering narrative plods along at an excruciatingly sluggish pace, the jokes are dumb and unamusing, the purposeful anachronistic touches -- a car, groovy 60's instrumental music, a Black Panther member, etc. -- come across as smug and condescending to the Western genre, and the whole draggy and shapeless mess appears to be (poorly) improvised throughout. Sure, there's some bare boobs and a sprinkling of explicit sex, but the total lack of any discernible point or purpose overall makes this clunker a complete chore to endure.