Bad Bizness Release Date: 18 November 2004 (Germany) Genre: Crime | Thriller Director: Jim Wynorski & Albert Pyun (Both as Bob E. Brown) Writer: Sean McGinly (2 Days, Sonic Impact, Venomous) Starring: Master P, Traci Bingham and Brent Huff Whether it be throwing a birthday party in WCW, which subsequently leads to Curt Hennig getting […]

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Bad Bizness
Release Date: 18 November 2004 (Germany)
Genre: Crime | Thriller
Director: Jim Wynorski & Albert Pyun (Both as Bob E. Brown)
Writer: Sean McGinly (2 Days, Sonic Impact, Venomous)
Starring: Master P, Traci Bingham and Brent Huff

Whether it be throwing a birthday party in WCW, which subsequently leads to Curt Hennig getting a cake-to-the-face, acting as the CEO of a record label that hosts a bevy of untalented rappers, or whoring out his ugly son to Nickelodeon, Master P has always managed to make millions off everything other than this own (or lack there-of) musical talents. Master P is associated with a lot of absolute crap, and one of them is his faltering film career. He wrote and starred in the ego-feeding, box office bomb Foolish, which quickly made Hollywood realize that theatrical release and “starring Master P” weren’t made for each other. P soon called in a favor to labelmate Snoop Dogg, whose presence in the meddling film Hot Boyz (Gary Busey in the hood!) likely added more cash to the writer, director, and horrible actor’s pockets. But while the majority of his film appearances have been bad, none have been pathetic. That is, until Bad Bizness came along.

Sandra Marshall (Traci Bingham, “Baywatch”) is a sexy member of “hotel police,” who is put into the position of murder investigator when three suffocation murders occur in the hotel over the span of a year. And big surprise; it turns out that Sandra’s sister was killed in the exact same way years before. With the help of her partner Pete Springer, and the hotel manager Stephens, it is, for some inane reason, their job to investigate the murders. Apparently the cops are too busy to be concerned with the murders of “surfer groupies.”

This is where Master P (sort of) comes into play. Despite top billing as the angry owner of the hotel, P’s in the film for all of five minutes, and never step foot on the set. Hell, his scenes weren’t even shot by either of the film’s directors. Director Fred Olen Ray (who can proudly state that he had no part in the film’s production) astutely mentioned that Master P managed to both mail, and phone, in his performances. The only time he appears is during phone conversations, which were filmed and shot in a Las Vegas hotel by one of director Albert Pyun’s rapper friends. More than likely, P earned a hefty amount of money for what was likely viewed as a slight break between gambling, teaching his son how to be the richest rapper in the business despite no visible talent, and mourning the fact that his genius of a brother, C-Murder, is serving a life sentence for living up to his name.

What does it tell you when an eighty-five minute movie shot in a Hawaii hotel (guest rooms were decorated to resembled police stations, homes, etc.) in five days, with absolutely no time for the essentials such as lights or make-up, is deemed unreleasable by anyone who comes into contact with it? Veteran director Albert Pyun, who has managed to create four, ultra-low budgeted, but still enjoyable, films starring Ice-T, blew this one big. With that in mind, producer Andrew Stevens called in a favor of his own, to another veteran b-film director, Jim Wynorski (The Bare Wench Project films, director and/or producer of five Ice-T films), who was given the daunting task of making the film not suck so much.

Wynorski proceeded to delete thirty-five minutes from the film, and completely reshoot, and rewrite, certain scenes. He brought in friends of his to do multiple ‘skin’ scenes, such as Melissa Brasselle, Regina Russell (Skinemax softcore porn veteran), Julie Smith, Kira Eggers, and Gigi Erneta. It’s noticeable when Wynorski, who is credited on the film as Bob E. Brown while Pyun escaped with only a ‘Producer’ credit, takes control of the film. He tries his best to try and make the best out of a horrible situation, and in my mind, completed the thankless task of making shit smell like slightly decayed roses.

Bad Bizness is still riddled with problems at every turn. From every angle, it’s just an ugly production. The nightclub, used for what is nearly a third of film, is obviously the strip club set redecorated. There’s some nonsensical surfing contest that, for all the times it’s brought up, never really comes into play. Experienced directors usually have access to stock footage, and would a few shots of surfers from some shark disaster film be so much to ask? Plus, the script is downright horrible. Our smart, sexy detective has to ask a bartender what “ladies night” is. Can someone answer me how that is not general knowledge? One script problem that I find astonishing is how the soulpatched, alleged killer’s FBI profile amazingly has a picture perfect headshot included. In the now typical Scream twist, it’s very easy to guess the true killer’s identity. His or her motives are completely unclear, and when the films ends with a hackneyed, “Looks like happy hour is over” line, I was tempted to throw the film’s case at the TV.

Interestingly enough, nearly every supporting cast member who shot under Pyun appeared in Fred Olen Ray’s Final Examination.

And yeah, fuck Master P, his upstanding citizen brother, and his devil offspring.

DVD: I believe it will be a Standard Direct-to-Video Release™.

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