When her slimy boyfriend Danny (Peter Brown) uses his unsuspecting girlfriend Elizabeth (Tracy Bregman) to carry a stash of cocaine in her skis, she is nabbed by airport security. After a ... See full summary »
Jill St. John,
Tracey E. Bregman,
Young couple masters the supernatural art of astral projection which allows them to travel through dreams, explore their fantasies and make a whole lot of love. They also end up stuck in nightmares or risk dying if someone wakes them up.
During an argument, a divorced executive and his 11 year old son casually touch a magical Tibetan skull, releasing a mysterious power that transfers the father's mind to the body of the son and vice versa. Their problems have just begun.
On the Road
Written by Asher Levy & David Levy
Arranged by Cracks
Interpreted by Erez Bachar (drums), Asher Levy (bass & keyboards) and Shmulik Rosban (santur & ney)
Recorded by Cracks
Recorded at Gal Kol Studios Tel Aviv
Post-production sound facilities at G.G. Studios See more »
With a climax escape scene rivaling the frightfully awful belly laughs of Plan 9 From Outer Space, Prison Heat boasts a bevy of bimbos behind bars enduring a host of midnight male abuse from the usual suspects.
If one isn't careful to pay close attention to what would seem was just another excuse to drop drawers in the wee B-hours, one could miss the genius behind this stupendous assault on cinema.
Clad in mini-skirts and body stockings for their stretch in a Turkish cooler, a quartet of framed females sidestep lesbian lovers and Curly Joe prison guards with an arsenal of lame escape tactics that would put the Lucy Show to shame in the just-crazy-enough-to-work department.
The four foxy heroes play it painfully straight in contrast to their cartoonish stereotype-on-steroids foes.
(As Prison Heat can be enjoyed many times over for connoisseurs of bad film, those who have yet to see the film might not want to read the following as some key elements are revealed.)
The whimsical writing flip flops the characters from 'fraidy cats to vicious vixens without missing a beat of nutcase rhythm. At first, the girls seem skittish to actually hurt anybody. Rather than shooting anyone with their purloined pistol, they dump sleeping pills down the gurgling gullets of guards and others in their way.
But the kid gloves come way off when they whittle down the sadistic warden by conking his cranium with everything from crash cymbals to the kitchen sink -- before castrating him with a penknife (!) and making a run for an unattended rental car.
And what prison escape epic would be complete without breaking into a melancholy sing along of `Oh Susannah?'
The quirky, weird-o-rama dynamics of Prison Heat are guaranteed fun for lovers of scatterbrained B-hits.
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