There's nothing quite like punks, pimps
and hoodlums in 1980's films with their headbands, perms, bleached jeans
and muscle shirts, bouncing up and down and running around everywhere
like fancy-dress poodles on whizz. This is my second Renee Harmon film
of the day and I think I'm starting to drown in aging-redhead Deutsche
cleavage. Contains the worst Vietnam war sequence I think I've ever
seen... and grenades, lots and lots of grenades. Funny as fuck!
Letterboxd Review
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