By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Alice Laussade
By Scott Reitz
By Claire Lawton
By Kiernan Maletsky
By Anna Merlan
Have you noticed that the only people who know how to do anything are from other countries?
These two Armenian brothers are the only guys I'll let work on my car. I can never pronounce their names, so I refer to 'em as the Skinny Goofy One and the Stocky Older One. The Stocky Older Armenian Brother is one of those old-fashioned mechanics who can listen to your engine and diagnose it within 15 seconds. And if they say it'll be ready Tuesday, by God it's ready Tuesday.
The guy behind the counter at the neighborhood deli is a Ukrainian. He can make the best danged sandwiches since the invention of the cold cut.
The only cobbler left in the whole known universe is this Cuban who has a little shop five blocks over. He doesn't believe that any shoe is ever dead. Any shoe can be resoled, recycled, and placed back on the foot where it belongs. Better yet, he knows how to make a pair of shoes. From scratch.
Ninety percent of the cooks in America are from other countries. Almost all the great cab drivers are from either Russia or Pakistan or India. They can drive 90 miles an hour through lanes too narrow for a bicycle and never scratch a bumper.
So my question is: Since it's only the people from other countries who still know how to do all the practical stuff in the world, why do we keep trying to kick 'em out? What we should do is kick ever'body out who was born here, and keep everybody who just got off the boat.
You ever see a guy who just went down to the courthouse and became an American? Most of 'em would instantly go to war if we asked 'em to. Those are the people I want running the country, not hiding from the Immigration Police.
Joan is working undercover as a hooker--aren't all female cops working undercover as hookers?--trying to get evil pimps off the streets and make her dad proud.
Dad is a drunken security guard who got kicked off the force 18 years earlier when he accidentally shot a doctor during a gun battle in an emergency room. So Joan is having a drink with her dad, when suddenly the district attorney walks up and blows away the old man for no apparent reason.
Enter the bat mask, the thigh-high boots, and the whole black-vinyl Spandex thing as Joan starts kung-fuing her way through the city, eliminating scumballs as she searches for the asthmatic iron-lung man who's trying to control the minds of the world with experimental drugs while plotting to release deadly superpollution nerve gas into the atmosphere.
Only Garrett Morris can build the military computer car Joan needs to vanquish the Metal Bug Man and avenge her father's death.
And you might be surprised to learn this, but Joan knows how to kung a little fu. She doesn't look bad at all.
Nineteen dead bodies. Eight breasts. Three motor-vehicle chases, with three crash-and-burns.
* Michael Wiseman, as the deranged bank robber who says, "Slow down, man, I wanna blow some cops away."
* Darryl M. Bell, as the sleazoid pimp who says, "You look a little too uptown to be downtown."
* Joan Severance, as the vigilante in leather who says, "Didn't anybody ever tell you that when a girl says 'no,' she means 'no'?"
* Casey Siemasko, as the crazed doctor in an iron lung who says, "If I can't breathe like everyone else, then I'm gonna make everyone else breathe like me."
* And Jonathan Winfrey, the director, for doing things the drive-in way.
Joe Bob says check it out.
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