The Worst of Netflix: Lust For Freedom

Distraught and womany, Gillian flees her responsibilities and ends up (of course) getting framed for drug trafficking and hauled into a police station that, like all government buildings, has been decorated with framed pictures of Muhammad Ali and the Hindenberg:

Lust For Freedom

You can’t see it in the picture above, but I swear to God, they’ve also got their first dollar framed up on the wall.

But maybe that’s on purpose.  The town’s entire law enforcement agency is, after all, a front for a sex slavery/pornography operation that, from the looks of things, is run about like what I imagine the typical Troma set is like:

Lust For Freedom

About ten minutes from the end, the movie suddenly loses what little cohesion it has and the evil warden decides to kill Gillian because he finds out she’s a cop, despite the fact that they’ve had her badge and ID in their possession for the majority of the movie at this point.  Fortunately, after the fetishism gets another layer with a wrestling match that makes the Iron Sheik look like Tony Jaa, Gillian gets a knife from somewhere between scenes and after doing something with it (both of these being information Troma didn’t think the viewers would want), she discovers the prison’s cache of hand grenades, gasoline and AK-47s, and the escape plan pretty much comes together from there.

It’s pretty rough stuff, but believe it or not, there are two good things about this movie.  First is the sheriff, who I’m pretty sure is meant to come off as conflicted about his role in this sordid business, but instead just seems really frustrated that his coworkers can’t get simple things like planting drugs in a foxy lady’s car right.  He is, in effect, the Jim Halpert of human trafficking.

The second is the soundtrack, which — no joke — is awesome.  It consists of one song, and while I thought at first that it was something by a W.A.S.P cover band, that’s not possible because I didn’t form Wyldchyld until 1997.  Instead, as my research discovered, the title song is performed by the band Grim Reaper from the album Rock You To Hell.

This song is played no less than six times throughout the movie, not including the closing credits.  Say what you want about Troma, but damn if they didn’t get their money’s worth when they threw some cash to the New Wave of British Heavy Metal.

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1251216230_chris_sims.jpgChris Sims is a freelance comedy writer from South Carolina. He briefly attended USC before he dropped out to spend more time with Grand Theft Auto, and his career subsequently took the path that you might expect from someone who makes that sort of decision. He blogs at http://www.the-isb.com and creates comics at http://www.actionagecomics.com.