The plot: well really, there is none, but we will do what we can here. Washed up musician meets a hottie with a body (and a set of home-grown wings) at a desert carnival. We've all been to one of those right? Tries to make shady deal with Bill Murray as a mobster, then attempts to evade said mobster. This is marketed as film noir, but David Lynch you ain't.

 

This movie has it... well, not a lot, but what it does have, it has in spades. Actors way too good for this nonsense, shitty art shows, a tinfoil cubicle, desert ninjas and Fred Flintstone's dream house. The ladies discover our Netflix queues are not the same, we absolutely refuse to stay on topic, decide to start getting kicked out of places, whatever it takes, and enjoy an Enrique Iglesias sing along. There's talk of vaginal wings, hear Snowy not be able to use her words, The Doctor takes TMNT too far, enjoy our abject disgust at adults using baby voices and allow us to impress you as we establish ourselves as surgical experts. All this and so much more on this week's Reel Fun Times.