While this movie is... sorta horrid, I have to say I enjoy it utterly. It's just plain silly, sexy in some peculiar ways, and if nothing else it makes some amazing links for playing Six Degrees (as B-movies so often do). Have to ask though; did you watch the movie, or just the trailer? There are four poodles, not a pair (two drag queens, one a... er... gimp,perhaps, and the fourth being a very nummy Jonathan Rhys Meyers). The plot? Seriously? You complain about the plot of a movie clearly filmed for what can only be described as 'for the lolz'? You expected some sort of sense and consistency from it?
Time Out saysThis calculatedly outrageous mix of jokey horror, road movie clichés and transvestite camp leaves a nasty taste in the mouth, but not in the way intended. Writer/director Sciamma's shambolic first feature is simply a catchy title in search of cult status. The presence of horror icons Englund (A Nightmare on Elm Street), Bradley (Hellraiser) and Clarke (Return of the Living Dead III) might lead you to think he's got it licked, but while Clarke looks fetching in latex bodysuit, the one-gag scenario about her talking tonsil tickler soon wears thin. To impose a spurious logic on the wayward plot, Candy (Clarke) acquires her lengua asesina after flakes from a crashed meteorite land in her soup. Having eaten from the same bowl, her poodles inexplicably metamorphose into a pair of screeching drag queens. Most incovenient, since she's on the run from a bank job she's pulled with boyfriend Johnny (Durr), who himself has just escaped from a prison run by a sadistic guard (Englund).