Movie Reviews : ‘Killer Bimbos’ Attacks the Senses

The operative word in Empire’s “Assault of the Killer Bimbos” (citywide) is assault . This yarn of three women on the lam from the law is a formidable attack on one’s senses, good taste, patience, humor and leisure time.

In a sleazy downtown Los Angeles bar, Peaches (Christina Whitaker) is the star go-go dancer. Lulu (Elizabeth Kaitan), a cocktail waitress, has aspirations to boogaloo on stage too. So, in the tradition of “42nd Street,” she gets her chance when a dancer fails to show for her set.

Unfortunately, Lulu’s performance is an artistic disaster, and she’s given her walking papers. At about the same time, her boss is the victim of a mob hit and circumstances point to Lulu and Peaches as the culprits. Rather than explain the awkward situation, they flee for the Mexican border and en route kidnap Darlene (Tammara Souza), a waitress working in a seedy diner. Naturally, Darlene soon realizes that she’s been fortuitously plucked from the jaws of boredom.

The film exists largely for audiences who want to feel superior to the movies they see. However, director Anita Rosenberg and writer Ted Nicolaou destroy that rationale by insisting on introducing the semblance of social statement: Their “bimbos” aren’t as dumb as their station, or behavior might initially indicate. Then again, a second look tends to undo that assumption.

“Assault of the Killer Bimbos” (MPAA-rated: R, for nudity and language) is not merely a crude and inane parody. It moves at a sluggish pace and is ugly both visually and conceptually.