Anton Holden also made Aroused, just so you know what you’re getting into here.
Don’t pass her up… she’s looking for a ride! And by “ride,” the marketing department meant to tickle your pickle, but really, this is an express elevator to a moral abyss. Wayward runaway Kim (Alisha Fontaine) has spent two solid years hitchhiking, drug-pushing and building her body count for cross-country mileage. She’s also on the run from a very Mansonish cult.
Now, she’s dragging her tattered boots to the upscale West Coast suburban mansion of her estranged sister, Hilary (Robin Lane)—an avant-garde art dealer whose primary life goal is looking neurotic and protecting her high-end throw pillows. Why the sudden family reunion? Inheritance cash. Unfortunately, Kim’s psycho drug-dealer one-man Svengali, Maury (David Sawn), has decided to come see her and bring along his dancing hippie friends. That said, this is a nihilistic little movie, so don’t expect anything nice.
Holden doesn’t direct a movie so much as he smears it across the screen. We open with Kim picking up a truck driver at a diner, establishing early on that she possesses the self-preservation instincts of a kamikaze pilot. Fast forward past a montage of bad life choices and she’s crashing at Hilary’s pristine sanctuary. Hilary lives the bougie dream, surrounded by modern art, while Kim looks like she just crawled out from under a freeway overpass. I mean, she’s still hot, however. A fashionable freeway overpass.
Within roughly twelve minutes of screen time, Kim has successfully insulted the decor, alienated the audience and casually hopped into bed with Hilary’s boyfriend. And oh yeah, done a striptease atop a pool toy.
Enter Maury and his gang of human garbage, tracking Kim down like bloodhounds on a stale trail of amphetamines. Does Maury have charisma? Absolutely not. Does he dress like a moron? You bet. When the bad crowd finally breaches the suburban fortress, the movie pivots from a dysfunctional family drama into a delightfully scummy home-invasion movie.
It’s roughly 72 minutes of pure, unfiltered 1970s low-budget sleaze. Cheap, nasty and aggressively cynical about family values, too.
You can watch it on Tubi’s scummier neighbor, Fawesome.
