Bad Movie Club: Def by Temptation
1990 splatter-filled morality movie
Bad Movie Rating: 3/5 (Josh: 2/5 or 3/5; Tami: no rating ["I am not sure how I feel about tonight's movie."]
Plot: Some sort of demon woman known to slobber, fart, gag, and shit is killing off horny men, and she's got her eyes on a young preacher man.
Writer/Director/Star James Bond III dedicated this to his father and grandfather, who I'm going to guess were named James Bond II and James Bond respectively. His message to them? "I'm the last one now." For whatever reason, that made me laugh.
This was also the last (and only) movie that James Bond III wrote or directed although he did act in some other things. Or, more likely, "act" in some other things. The tone of this is what makes it kind of unique. It's very clearly made as a way to push religious values, but at the same time, there's a lot of cussing, some sex and nudity, and some graphic violence including a scene where a guy gets eaten by a television that has a papier-mache Ronald Reagan poised behind it. If you're a liberal who can watch that scene without having nightmares for a week, then you can survive this whole Trump thing.
And yes, as promised on the poster up there, Samuel L. Jackson is in this movie. So now you Samuel L. Jackson completists have to check this one out. Take that!
Things become dull and predictable for the first two-thirds of this, but get wacky in the final 25 minutes or so with that aforementioned death, some terrible and gross special effects, a surreal scene in a bar, and a grandmother whose wet dreams involve her grandson. The grandmother was played by Minnie Gentry who gave my favorite performance of the movie, and she'd go on to play an elderly woman in the Bad Lieutenant where Keitel shows his junk.
The best reason to check this out is probably to fill out your repertoire of pick-up lines, including gems like "I'm on a first-name basis with pussy, know what I'm sayin'?" That's guaranteed to work every single time.