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So the last thing she wanted was to make young Danny (Jahi DiAllo Winston) homeless, too.
Danny belongs to me, says Uncle.
All heck breaks loose.
You get soft puffs of blood and flying, interchangeable dummies.
The people who made this movie should be treated for sleeping sickness.
The car companies that paid for product placements could justly ask for their money back.
Thats what she always does, said another.
Always the last one like that.
The sadistic relish of shitty, grade-C grind-house movies seems finally to have bridged the age and gender gap.
