69 Minutes
A supermarket heist turns ugly when the shooting starts in 69 Minutes. Characters and plot are a la Peckinpah, and some thrilling action is on offer here, but the hardcore sensibility wins out in me end. "Seeing you waste the mumfucker like that makes my cock hard!" That, from the brains of the gang. But if there’s a brain in this gang, it’s pretty well-disguised. Anyway, authentic Southwestern atmospherics add a touch of realism to this gritty tale of bad guys on the run from the law. However, both the law (here represented by a masturbating sheriff) and the outlaws are so busy screwing, it seems highly improbable that they will ever cross paths at all. And, in fact, they don’t. The bad guys are brought down by poetic justice or fate (which is an abstraction and therefore has no sex scenes). The gals in the gang are white trash and sexy