You could overdose on irony before you get past the title -- written out in party-invitation script, inside a gold-ribbon border, on a background of what appears to be crumpled red wrapping paper but turns out to be an exterminator's tarp. If that doesn't do you in, the opening scene might be able to finish the job: the week-old corpse at the dinner table, the boiling water thrown in the face of the maid -- and it all seems to be the dream of an Hispanic servant! (Not that the "reality" proves to be much different.) If you survive even that, you face a long slow death of boredom. The ultimate irony of any work by Paul Bartel (Bad Taste, Inc.) is that only the unworldly could be either tickled or shocked. With Jacqueline Bisset, Mary Woronov, Ray Sharkey, Robert Beltran, Wallace Shawn, Paul Mazursky, Arnetia Walker, and Ed Begley, Jr. (1989) — Duncan Shepherd
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