If you can take one look at that tagline and not crack a smile, you’re a better man than I. After basement scientist Jeffrey Franken’s fiancé is killed in a freak lawn mower accident , he holds onto her head as he gathers body parts from the local prostitution ring. Of course there's more blood and splatter, and creature effects galore. Cheesy as hell, but not as bad as it sounds (maybe worse).
2 (literally) exploding crack whores out of 5
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“Where we’re going, we don’t need ________”
A) Mom’s permission. B) Roads. C) Pants.