Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death

Following a military failure, ethno-historian Margaret Hunt (Tweed) is sent by the CIA into the Avocado Jungle to track down eminent radical feminist Dr Kurtz, a former chat-show personality turned man-eating Piranha Woman. Aided only by dong-headed guide Maher (not so much a walking erection as a semi-ambulant willy) and the vacuous Bunny, a student whose idea of a good time involves licorice ropes, Hunt sets off into the heart of trashiness where she encounters The Donahews, a tribe of emasculated men who shower her with gifts of handmade pot-holders, and a splinter tribe of women who hate the Piranha's penchant for eating men with guacamole dip (they opt for clam dip themselves). Amid a plethora of 'garbage genre' movies which fail to fulfil the promise of their titles, this is something of a relief, aided by a genuinely funny script, a tip-top performance from Maher, and film trivia aplenty for those who want it.