Big Bad Mama II (1987)

User Rating:

4.0/10   

Director:

Jim Wynorski

Writers:

R.J. Robertson (writer) and
Jim Wynorski (writer) ...

Release Date:

October 1987 (USA)

Genre:

Action | Comedy | Crime

Plot:

It's 1934, and the evil local land baron forecloses on Angie's place, and she and her two daughters must leave and continue their life of crime...

Plot Keywords:

Cult Favorite | Playing Footsie | Playing Footsie While In Bed | Female Nudity | Bank Robbery

Cast

Angie Dickinson	...	Wilma McClatchie
Robert Culp	...	Daryl Pearson
Danielle Brisebois	...	Billie Jean McClatchie
Julie McCullough	...	Polly McClatchie
Jeff Yagher	...	Jordan Crawford
Bruce Glover	...	Morgan Crawford
Ebbe Roe Smith	...	Lucas Stroud
Jacque Lynn Colton	...	Alma
Charles Cyphers	...	Stark
Nick LaTour	...	Doc Robey
Ace Mask	...	Maitre D'
Frank Schuller	...	Sheriff
Arthur Roberts	...	Businessman
Arnie Miller	...	Businessman
John Dresden	...	Aaron McClatchie

Runtime:

83 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Sound Mix:

Stereo

Certification:

UK:18 | Sweden:(Banned) | USA:R | West Germany:18

Filming Locations:

Paramount Ranch - 2813 Cornell Road, Agoura, California, USA

Goofs:

Crew or equipment visible: Cameraman (wearing a L.A. Lakers cap) leans into frame during carnival scene.

Quotes:

Daryl Pearson: You know, your little girls have grown up.
Wilma McClatchie: No, my little girls have grown out; it's not the same thing.

Movie Connections:

Featured in "The Directors: The Films of Roger Corman (#1.5)" (1999)

Woman-watching cheese

You watch this film because of the attractive women, not because you expect The Godfather', 'Bonnie and Clyde', or even 'Scarface.' Angie looks great (although she may be body doubled during her sex scene with Culp), and McCullough and Brisbois are barely clothed throughout, thank you very much. Otherwise, this is a clumsily written, directed and acted pile of junk. The action scenes are some of the worst staged for the screen, with Glover, Culp and others standing around, unconcerned, as explosions go off and bullets fly around them. Cops fire endless rounds at Angie and her girls in their jalopy and neither the car or the girls are ever scratched. Plotwise, we've got Dickinson and her girls shooting up cops and blasting their way out of banks then racing off... but the cops never follow. In fact, nobody seems to be after these brazen criminals except Culp, the reporter. The cops are apparently stumped, but Culp finds them without any effort, time and time again. It's all so obviously stupid, and the leads know it. Culp and Dickinson treat the film like a 'Smokey & The Bandit' lark with barely suppressed laughter in many of their scenes. But, once again, you're here for the feminine pulchritude.