Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers

What can be said about a movie with a title like this? I could tell you about the plot, about a private eye sucked into the orbit of a brutal, Egyptian, chainsaw-worshiping cult led by a guy who is using prostitutes to find sacrifices. I could tell you how the movie actually tries to do something funny with the concept, namely framing this story as a parody/tribute to film noir. I could tell you how the detective is bumbling and ineffectual, and it is actually the character positioned as a damsel in distress who is the proactive hero of the movie. And I could tell you that the movie does not once, not even for a moment, take itself seriously, but it also never once winks at the audience. This isn't aiming to be so-bad-it's-good. It's a campy, low-budget shlockfest that is committed to cheesy acting, lots of nude women, and a storyline as ridiculous as its title. I could tell you all that (and I just did, I guess), but here's the thing we both know: you either know, from reading the title, that you're in or out on this. This isn't some Oscar bait movie or a movie with a weird premise that can't be distilled in a few sentences. Whatever image your brain conjures from that title is right, and whether you buy in or walk away, you'll be right. I enjoyed it, because I went in with expectations set firmly below the earth's mantle, and I was pleasantly surprised at how fun it was. But no review will ever convince you one way or the other, so ... go at your own risk.