Even Roger Corman, the once and future master of exploitation filmmaking, learned the hard way with BORN TO KILL (1975) that no amount of retitling and tinkering with the marketing campaign can make cockfighting appealing to the average moviegoer. And that was a good
movie. This hillbilly comedy written, produced, shot, edited, scored and directed by Joshua P. Warren isn't: The cinematography is muddy, the sound is indistinct, the pacing is deadly (136 minutes is way
too long for even the best lowbrow comedy) and the cast is amateurish from stem to stern. It's the kind of thing a bunch of tipsy frat boys with a camcorder might cook up over...