One Paragraph Movie Review: The Killing of a Chinese Bookie

Two hundred and eighty-fifth film: The Killing of a Chinese Bookie, a 1976 movie about a Los Angeles strip club owner who gets into gambling debt and has to murder a bookie to repay it. Every now and then a movie comes along that reminds you why you enjoy watching movies, and this movie is the direct opposite of one of those. Hard to follow, badly lit, awkwardly acted, badly scripted, clunky, and with roughly eight times more nipples than endearing qualities, it’s a punish from start to end. It does give you an authentic sense, however, of what it must feel like in an LA strip club, and I can only hope the resulting brown grey stickiness comes off with bleach. This is a bad movie and you shouldn’t watch it. One three-corsage makeshift casino date out of five.