As if it were drained directly from the big throbbing vein of super '60s sexploitation movies, The Sore Losers is an acid flashback thrill-ride from that ultrasurreal, anything-goes psychedelic era. Every character is larger than life. The vid is brimming with voluptuous, ripe examples of womanhood looking like they stepped off a mechanic's greasy Vargas calendar circa 1950, with round hips and tantalizing, meaty derrieres. These naturally busty babes tangle with a rogue's gallery of retro-greaser-rockabilly-mod male personas, S&M gooddesses, aliens, and hippies.

The story itself is beyond any normal explanation, naturally bizarre as hell, and delightfully so. So hold on tight, here goes a brief synopsis. Blackie, a killer from the Immortal Frequency, is sent back to Earth to take 12, ans 12 only, random lives. Having escaped from the Chains of the Invisible Wavelength some 40 years previous, he's been given another chance to complete his mission, or else face death. Things start to come apart for him after he falls into the company of Mike and real life singer/performance artist Kerine Elkins. They embark on a killing spree of too many people, especially hippies, whom they hate. The consequences are dire, as a band of Men In Black (or MIBs, for you UFO buffs) are en route, threatening to destroy them. Each scenario is stranger that the previous one, all all feature an awesome soundtrack in the background. Tons of titillation, old fashioned bump 'n' grind and cool vintage cars play big roles.

Writer/producer/director J. Michael McCarthy (Teenage Tupelo) has effectively paid homage to Russ Meyers with an injection of that wonderful, Ed Woodera science fiction. If you're a fan of the great stuff from the Something Weird video catalog, The Sore Losers is a gotta-have. Move over, John Waters; goodbye, Quentin Tarantino. They don't make 'em like this any more, bub.

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