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Sex and Death 101 (R)
Anchor Bay Entertainment
Daniel Waters is a true Hollywood cautionary tale. After writing the seminal Heathers, he followed it up with two notorious bombs, The Adventures of Ford Fairlane and Hudson Hawk. He disappeared for more than a decade, finally returning with what was promised to be a black comedy in the Heathers vein: Sex and Death 101. Sorry, but the losing streak continues. Ultra-handsome Simon Baker mysteriously receives a list that has the names of all the women he will have sex with, 101 in total. Right now, he's on number 30. So, for two hours, we get to see this guy banging one chick after another, while, in another part of town, Winona Ryder murders men and is made into a cult feminist hero. This movie tries so hard to be shocking that it comes off more pretentious than anything else. Whatever Waters had, it's long gone. Louis Fowler


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Super High Me(R)
Universal Studios
Remember when weed was funny? I don't either, but mostly because at the time, I was smoking it. Since those long-lost halcyon days, marijuana films have pretty much become the nadir of my viewing habits. Here's another one from director Michael Blieden to throw on the pyre. (Just don't inhale!) Starring comedian Doug Benson, Super High Me is an extremely un-clever take on the documentary Super Size Me. Benson's task is twofold: not smoking pot for 30 days and then smoking nothing but pot for 30 more days, all with absolutely no scientific or, even worse, comedic value. The movie becomes more tedious when it tries to take a serious look at marijuana laws, complete with a strumming folk singer on the soundtrack. If movies like this keep getting made, put my name on the anti-pot-agenda list, because films like this should be a crime. Louis Fowler


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Papaya: Love Goddess of the Cannibals (NR)
Severin Films
Joe D'Amato, for the uninitiated, is the king of '70s Italian exploitation and sleaze. Incredibly prolific, he easily switched back and forth from soft-core Emmanuelle rip-offs that proliferated on Cinemax to gory, gut-munching cannibal and zombie films that rate among the worst ever made. Yep, he's an acquired taste (I'm a fan), and in the newly released Papaya: Love Goddess of the Cannibals, he deftly mixes both genres with bizarre results. A couple of Americans on vacation, one a reporter, the other a nuclear reactor engineer, become entranced with the rituals of a Caribbean island, led by the seductive (and apparent cannibal goddess) Papaya. There's very little cannibalism, but a whole lot of island-themed disco music that is comically inappropriate. Making very little sense, this Papaya is ripe for unintentional laughs! Louis Fowler
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