Wednesday, August 29, 2012

WIP Wednesday: Nude Nuns with Big Guns (Joseph Guzman, 2010)

Take a lot of things I do like and mix them in with things I don't and what do you get? Well, in this particular experiment you get Joseph Guzman's Nude Nuns with Big Guns. On the one hand, you have solid Mexploitation, Nunsploitation, Women's Revenge and action wrapped in a pervy candy shell. On the bad side, it is highly rapey; almost pointlessly so. In between, it has bikers as the bad guys, but they are treated as both sociopathic assholes and comic relief.

The story is pretty simple. The catholic church in the western North American dessert (possibly Mexico) are the major suppliers of heroin for the region and use a gang of bikers, Los Muertos, for distribution and muscle. The church uses its nuns to process the heroin, and if any get out of line they are given to Los Muertos for sex slavery. When Sister Sarah (Asun Ortega) inexplicably steals a kilo of heroin from a planned delivery, she is given over to the gang. In classic Women's Revenge style, a la Coffy (Jack Hill, 1973), she is doped with heroin and put in their brothel (fronted by a peep show, the "Titty Flicker"). Here she is almost killed by one of the priests, but is rescued, partly in an attempt to protect the merchandise, but also by the "Witch Doctor" who takes care of the girls. He nurses her back to health. When she comes around she tells him that God saved her in order to reap vengeance on the wicked. He believes her, and gives her two revolvers, calling them holy weapons.

From here on it is shooting, topless chicks, more shooting, rape, rape, rape, some more shooting... The story is not terrible, but hardly that original. There is a lot of Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez to the style, but to me was very reminiscent of Larry Bishop's Hell Ride. To be fair though, Bishop borrows from Tarantino and Rodriguez quite a bit, though they both borrow from tradition, so...

Bottom line; if you can handle the sexual violence, go ahead and watch it. I am not a fan of I Spit on Your Grave, (aka Day of the Woman, Meir Zarchi, 1978) and thought this was as much a take off from it as anything else. It is positive, in some respects, in showing what a bunch of assholes 1%-ers can be. I do not glorify the criminal biker, and neither does this film. They are not as hard on them as I tend to be, but do not make them heroes; most are pretty incompetent when the chips are down, and the lead, Chavo (David Castro), is painted as the coward which all bullies are. It is a fair throwback kind of film, and the story is not merely a background to put naked chicks in front of. The plot has its holes, but doesn't every plot?

Currently streams on Netflix.

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