FOXY BROWN
Directed by Jack Hill

Like your foxes funky? Like your funky foxes to whup ass? Well, it don't get funkier, foxier or more ass-whupping than the Goddess-like Pam Grier, whose dancing, martial-arts kicks and sexy outfits make the credit sequence in Foxy Brown among the best in all of Trashdom. As in Coffy, Hill and Grier's effort of the previous year, Grier stars as a vengeful vigilante who goes undercover as a prostitute to take down the drug cartel responsible for the death of a loved one. In Foxy's case, that's her boyfriend Federal Agent Dalton Ford, who's undergone plastic surgery and entered the FBI's witness protection program to escape the wrath of lovers Steve Elias and Katherine Wall, an evil drug lord and upscale-hoe ringleader, respectively. When Foxy's brother Link, a deliciously slimy low-level drug dealer (great line: "Baby, jail is where some of the finest people I know are, these days"), blows the whistle on Dalton, Steve and Katherine have him rrrrrrrrrrubbed out. And Foxy gets her motivation.

Over the next hour, we see Foxy (under cover as high-class hooker Misty Cotton) clown a judge for the size of his pecker, fight a bar full of puss-leaning females, get injected with heroin and raped by white-trash cracker types, and exact revenge with fire, a single engine airplane, a severed penis in a pickle jar, and a good, ol' mini-handgun (hidden in her afro, natch).

Bestest line: Sid Haig as the drug-trafficking pilot Hays, responding when Foxy says she's never flown before: "That's a tragedy of the greatest dimension."

Funniest moment: Hospital-bound Dalton's gets his hard-on slapped into flaccidity by a church-goin' nurse. And that, friends, is entertainment.

-Undead Ned