I’ll just start right off and say that Bitch Slap (yes, that’s really the title) isn’t the sort of movie we usually cover here at Screen Rant – but then again I did review the double feature Grindhouse, half of which was a blast (Robert Rodriguez’ Planet Terror) and half of which was one of the most awful, terrible movie experiences I’ve ever had the displeasure to sit through (Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof).

I can enjoy a guilty pleasure like anyone else, evidenced by the fact that I thought Planet Terror was a blast. And this flick falls in the same category. On the other hand Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof was torture to sit through, with unending minutes of painful, unending, trailer-park-chick-version of Oprah dialog.

Hopefully this film will be more like Rodriguez’ film than Tarantino’s.