Bitch Slap: Critic Reviews

The latest proof that calculated camp in the form of homage is nearly impossible to pull off.

Overblown and underwhelming.

Over-the-top -- and ultimately tiresome -- female mud-wrestling, kick-boxing and cat fights in a parody of old exploitation movies.

The target audience must be that awfully precise niche that never tires of women punching each other.

Jacobson and Gruendemann appear determined to put the grind into grindhouse. And not in a good way. Everything goes on so long, including an excessively protracted catfight, that the viewer will be crying for mercy before the characters do.

It's an homage to the exploitation genre that doesn't pay full homage to the exploitation genre.

Just go watch Death Proof again instead.

By far the best elements are the regular flashbacks, which showcase the crazy comic book vibe at its best and have some truly spectacular Charlie's Angels-style moments.

By far the best elements are the regular flashbacks, which showcase the crazy comic book vibe at its best and have some truly spectacular Charlie's Angels-style moments.

More suitable for background noise on a late night than an actual big event you can gather with your friends to watch...

If the film's half-baked salaciousness feels merely risible, its slapdash screenplay and cheapo look make it something that its generic forbearers rarely were: boring.

Like an issue of Maxim that flips its own pages, but keeps stopping to read the articles.

It twists and twists and twists past the point of reason and logic. Best of all, it doesn't care. It just keeps going.

Overstays its welcome, but offers some broad fun and some fun broads.

Hurt me some more.

All the revealing costumes, Penthouse Letter structure, and girl nation rumbling can't cover the fact that Bitch Slap is an awesome idea handed the least effective execution possible.