Any film which toplines a teenage bulimic drug addict prostitute criminal sociopath who when she isn't indulging in scarf'n'barf eating binges habitually robs her johns so she can eke out a sordidly meager existence as its anti-heroine is unarguably pushing the limits of good taste and restraint to the breaking point. Well, this shockingly base and savage exploitation stunner not only graphically depicts various acts of all-out depravity in unsparingly explicit detail, but also wallows in a festering sinkhole of unremittingly foul no-holds-barred cinematic scuzziness with a certain lip-smacking fiendish glee. When underage hooker White Girl (the luscious Natasha Lyonne) meets deranged lesbian sexual psychopath serial killer Cyclona (galvanizing spitfire Maria Celedonio) in a brutal juvenile detention center, it's clear right from the start that they are a match made in bad girl hell. Pretty soon the dangerously nutso twosome escape and go on the lam, embarking on a mondo berserko crime spree as they travel cross country to Tijuana, Mexico, where they believe both sanctuary and possible redemption awaits them in the form of demented pedophile cannibal transvestite kiddie-porn making nun (!) Sister Gomez (an amazingly wacked portrayal by "Buffalo '66" auteur Vincent Gallo).

Powered along by a pair of laudably fearless, anything-goes, let-it-all-hang-out dynamic and uninhibited performances by Lyonne and Celedonio, loaded to the grimy gills with nonstop seedy thrills, strikingly ferocious violence, and carnal perversions of every conceivable stripe, and rounding things off with a gruesomely over-the-top nasty conclusion that's sure to knock the air out of your lungs, this thoroughly warped and electrifying crime/chase/chicks-in-chains sleaze film take on the classic Grimm Brothers fairytale "Hansel and Gretel" will either delight you with its impressively shameless and aggressive assault-on-your-senses agenda or offend you to the ninth degree for the very same reason. Before you ask precisely which side of the fence I'm on with this particular flick, let me state for the record that any picture which features nifty cameos by John Landis as a hard-nosed judge, David Alan Grier as a scummy sex-crazed shyster lawyer, and "Drugstore Cowboy" 's Max Perlich as a slacker drunk, numerous acts of vicious murder, masturbation, full-frontal shower room nudity, projectile puking by the literal gallon, necrophilia, spray paint-huffing, and a funky, rollicking trashy score that's in equal parts digging rap and ripping surf-rock will always get my vote.

First of all, I didn't look fully at the cast credits for this before I started watching, so about two thirds of the way in I'm pretty sure I said loud enough for my downstairs neighbors to hear (or on the whole block for that matter) "Holy s*** is that Vincent Gallo! That is Vincent Gallo and what is he DOING?! Am I amused? Yes! Ok!" And then I went on with my viewing.

Bright eschews much of the smuggling and social commentary/wicked satire of the first Freeway for more of a straight take-no-prisoners exploitation flick that in some ways (like it's soundtrack) puts it pretty smack dab in the late 90s as far as what-they-could-afford rock songs, and Little Red Riding Hood is traded off for Hansel and Gretel (only if, hey, we have escaped lady convicts who are half totally crazy and half totally not but capable of self defense, with the occasional lesbianism).

Not that that is a bad thing at all, it's just that it revels far more in the sleaze and murder and drug-fuelled mayhem (I haven't seen so much huffed by characters in one movie in a while), though the first twenty minutes in the prison is Bright especially digging his feet squarely into a Women in Prison movie that is kind of half baked; I get why he is after the exploitative imagery of seeing a row of convict women all puking their guts out, but it's taking something that...

I know how it sounds to pick on this point in a movie where people get killed/sexually assaulted/rampant drug use/prostitution/besting the hell out of creepy goddamn men and so forth, at the same time those are staples of such a grimy and trashy piece. The eating disorder part feels a lot cheaper, like it's there for the shock value (with some binge eating for Natasha Lyonne's "White Girl" once she escapes) without grappling with it being a deeper-rooted problem for so many. I can't criticize it more coherently at this time.

Another issue: I don't think Maria Celedonio a Cyclone is wholly convincing, or at least for what she needs to get to, especially when she has to act dramatic in many scenes. As a badass with attitude, that is something she has nailed down like a pro. When she's up against Natasha Lyonne though, who is doing a whole lot to bring both raw power and attitude and a more psychological approach that, dare I say it for something that goes for the BIG moments and swings at all this material, has subtlety throughout and consistently too.

All this said though, it is fun for much of the runtime, and aptly unsettling in its horror in the final act, and I like that Bright is swinging for such mad ideas and chances... Like what Vincent Gallo is doing here and made me happy despite how unseemly it is. And maybe there is something that Bright is trying to get at with a Mexico underbelly that would allow a Wicked Witch character luring the young with her food that connects to modern day terror in the country... Or maybe not! I recommend it, just that it can't help but look lessor compared to the first one.

This movie was soo twisted I couldn't help myself...I couldn't stop watching...I hate the friggin title since it has NOTHING to do with the movie, but I've never seen anything like it...I loved the Hanzel and Gretel twist...Natasha Lyonne has become one of my fav actresses...A must see!!!...I cannot believe I completely lived my life for three years without knowing this movie even existed...