Wolfram (Thaddeus Starbuckle) and Windgate (David Wayne Black) may
spend most of their time walking around Strangeville discussing blowjobs
and the like, but they are also the city's toughest hitmen. This time
around, they are hired to kill gay well-to-do gay pedophile Percy and cat
torturer, but they only have a 45 minute window to do so ... which is when
they find the corpse of hitman Cletus Choat (Joshitsuo Montoya) in
Windgate's car, and can't put the stiff in the trunk because this is where
Windgate keeps his collection of tranny-porn ... so it's off to the
backseat with the dead man - and with Papa McShango as well, a voodoo
priest they had to shoot because he got in their way. Finally, Wolfram
and Windgate get to Percy just in time, but he somehow tries to wiggle out
of the affair, offering them the world in exchange for his life - and a
book of magic he claims would make his death futile. Percy gets his brains
blown out anyhow, but the hitmen take the book. Later, Wolfram and
Windgate run across Cock Hammer (Kevin Strange), their employer, who
reveals to them that the whole affair was really just about the book of
magic, and Percy never was the pedophile and cat torturer he has made him
to be. But since Wolfram and Windgate did their job quite so well, he
offers them to come into his employ, the employ of the lord of hell. The
two hitmen refuse, and are immediately sent to zombie hell, having to face
their zombiefied victims all at once ... ouch! In the portrayal
of its two hitmen, Stiff Jobs was quite obviously inspired by Pulp
Fiction, especially considering the hitmen's outifts, hairdos, facial
hair, and their tendency to endlessly talk about things (seemingly) least
important to the film's plot. However, here is where the similarities
between the two movies end, since contrary to Pulp Fiction, Stiff
Jobs is full of blow job-, anal sex- and shit-jokes, all kinds of
bodily fluids (especially blood and sperm), and utter nonsense. However,
wading through all of this, the film keeps its story going and doesn't
linger on any particular fart joke for too long - which is often the
problem of this kind of comedy, of the big and small budget-kind alike. As
for the actors: As could be expected from a low budget, (very) independent
film, neither of the leads is particularly talented, but it seems
writer/director Kevin Strange has made an artform out of giving his
amateur thespians almost endless passages of (nonsense) dialogue just to
watch them get through them in one take - to intentionally hilarious
results. (Strange himself by the way gives a pretty good performance -
quite possibly his best -, hamming it up as the film's main villain.) In
all, Stiff Jobs is certainly not for the easily offended (and was
never meant to be), but if you're ready for a bit of bad taste overkill in
the context of a hitman movie, this is your film. Available
from http://www.hackmovies.com.
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