I'm still unclear on exactly what porn star-slash-"scholar" Sasha Grey had to do with this art-house homage to drive-in B-rated exploitation films, directed by Frankie Latina. She wasn't on the credits with other executive producers and didn't appear in the film, but apparently she's "presenting it." Aite, Sasha.

Anyway, this Super 8 flick about a retired, washed-up CIA agent on "one last mission" to avenge his wife's death has basically no plot, rhyme or reason.

What it does have, of different but equal value, are down-and-dirty strippers, dudes getting their heads blown off, playing cards being chucked into people's skulls, the ritual killing of nude women and the President of the United States' death by dynamite-in-empty-eye socket. (Spoiler: Danny Trejo just pulled out his eyeball with a wine uncorker.) It has characters named "Black Licorice" and "Agent Xanadu."

Best of all, it has Mark Borchardt (a filmmaker himself and the subject of the wonderful documentary American Movie) as the antagonist who's toting the classic MacGuffin briefcases everyone's after. His death is great, too.

Whatever. It's totally fun and has lots of fake blood and topless girls making out and feeding each other grapes. See it at The IFC Center in New York. Drunk.