Bitch Slap

Pas une seule blonde ?! Impardonnable ! Et même d’un point de vue conceptuel, ça n’a pas de sens, parce que dans les flashbacks où l’on voit les héroïnes échanger furieusement leurs garde-robes et leur image générale, elles deviennent plus ou moins interchangeables. À part ça, c’est une débilité à petit budget pas totalement nulle, dans laquelle les personnages se comportent parfois comme des idiots et qui est pleine de ce qui manquait dans le Sucker Punch de Zack Snyder, à savoir du sexe, encore du sexe, toujours du sexe. (31/05/2012)

This is the horniest 100 minutes of the year featuring three divine females and a director with his brain in his balls and a libido off the charts. There’s nothing more fun a guy could ask for at the end of the year. A plot based on flashbacks, a CIA weapon prototype, Hercules, and endless shots of boobs and asses in the longest camera slow-motion since Transformers 2. It doesn't make sense, but it's a film full of catchphrases and it’s anti-feminist entertainment that, while actually stuck on a backwater desert road, moves faster than a lubricated one. It is indeed the perfect antagonism of Twilight. :) (28/12/2009)

Alright, let’s not be too serious and give this a rating. Bitch Slap is one of those movies that's nearly impossible to judge by normal standards. Subjectively, it's a mess. Objectively, it's also a mess. But, weirdly enough, it still has something going for it. The "story" (if you can call it that) is basically three women in the middle of the desert, constantly getting soaked in water (or, more likely, oil), swinging pickaxes, showing off their bodies, and at one point even shooting sparks out of their asses and just taking off. It’s impossible to take seriously. It’s like a parody of every action movie and a full-on playbook of what dudes apparently find exciting, served with the most over-the-top irony imaginable. (28/05/2012)