When three curvaceous babes, stripper Trixe, business executive Hel, and the feisty ex-con Camero, arrive at a desert hideaway to steal a stash of diamonds from an underworld kingpin, things quickly spiral out of control. Allegiances are switched, truths are revealed, criminals are unmasked and nothing is quite what it seems as the fate of the world is precariously balanced among this trio of sexy femmes fatales. Written by
The desert scenes where the majority of the locations were shot appear to be hot and arid, when in fact filming was done in mid and late March when it was still winter and the temperate during the day seldom rose above 60 F degrees in the sun, with wind chills making the outdoor temperature even lower. The cast, including the three female leads, spent most of the time between takes literally shivering under heavy winter coats that the wardrobe department brought along for just that. See more »
Camero has dark blond hair throughout the film except for one brief shot when her hair is dark black when she is about to drop a cigarette lighter to set Trixie on fire. It was an insert shot filmed months after production ended when America Olivio dyed her hair for a different film role that she took immediately after filming on this picture ended. See more »
Don't tell me you don't want some of what I'm sellin. I'm gonna get you wet!
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"The characters displayed in this photoplay are fictitious. No really... It's all just make believe! Any similarity between our story and the classic and timeless works of William Shakespeare is purely coincidental." See more »
Bitchslap is a preposterously over-the-top homage to decades old B-movie exploitation, a man's dream-world chock full of slender, tanned women with double-D's. Naturally, when a group of these voluptuous women get together their actions eventually fall back into lesbian sex scenes, homoerotic groping, playful wrestling, and nonstop pillow fights. Or, in this case, a desert scene in which three hot, sweaty women douse each other with buckets of cold water. Extra cold water.
Somewhere in there is a plot involving millions in diamonds hidden like pirate booty, a shady gangster in a banana-hammock, a sexy female spy from the James Bond mold, and...it doesn't really matter does it? This movie doesn't take itself too seriously or deviate from what it actually is. When each woman initially appears on film, it's all long legs, flowing wind-blown hair, and slow-mo cleavage shots. There were times when the ratio of jiggling flesh to shredded fabric was mind-boggling. In addition, the amount of foul language, guns, explosions, and fighting is nearly a parody of a male fantasy. Nearly. The pinnacle is perhaps the most epic of all cat-fights, a seemingly endless battle to the death between two supermodels in skimpy clothing, a war that makes the classic backstreet brawl in They Live look like patty-cakes.
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