Italian-made bimbos-in-chains flick
about a black-haired virgin who checks into the Crossbar Hotel
and is quickly introduced to food-stealing guards, lesbos with
knives, and an evil warden who looks like Cinderella's mother
after a three-day drunk and likes to watch the inmates share
Vick's Nasal Spray and rub each other's groceries in the back
room. But when the warden gets out a whip and plays a Michael
Jackson medley on the prisoner's milky white flesh, our heroine
gets all bent out of shape and throws a bedpan on two guards and
gets thrown in the Hole about two hundred rats eat her face.
Meanwhile, the warden is being entertained by her boy-toy, and
after they're finished they call in two geek janitors who rip off
this blonde prisoner's clothes and start making Def Leppard
noises. After the homosexual gang rape, the virgin gets beaten
until she fesses up to being a reporter for Amnesty
International. She gets raped a couple times and her ears cleaned
out by a bell-ringer and finally we got the classic bust-out
scene. Twenty-one breasts, including a couple that should count
twice. Two quarts blood. Five dead bodies. Five brawls. Four
rapes. Two gang-rapes. On-camera vomit. Some Kung Fu. Nightstick
fondling. Whips, chains, toilet seats. Great scene where they put
a steel drum around the virgin's head and start pounding on it
with clubs. Directed by Vincent Dawn.  |