Some things I liked some I did not.

It's not great by any means, but it's a pretty good movie that didn't leave me filled with regret for investing time in it.

I wanted to like it more than I actually did... But much of the humor totally escaped me and I walked out only mildly impressed.

The plot isn't so bad, but the pace of storytelling is too slow which makes people bored. Certain moments are so obvious and unnecessary for the main plot. I would've fast-forwarded those moments if it was an online streaming. The ending looks like implying a sequel, not sure if this movie will get one

Let's not take ourselves too seriously. If I was forced to watch Expendables 3 or Live Nude Girls a second time, I would rather watch Bree Olson, Asa Akira, and especially Tera Patrick one more time. Bree does her ditsy blonde routine to perfection, and Tera Patrick is a good actress. She plays a bipolar seductress, and switches from a sweet aunt to greedy bitch faster than you can say "I'm not a fig plucker, nor a fig pluckers son, but I'll pluck figs until the fig plucker comes." It's a NICE movie. The hero is a nice guy who inherits a famous club running out of money. There is a bouncer with a poet's soul, an affable manager with drug and alcohol problems, a loser best friend who comes through in the end. There is even a romance between the main character and the cocktail waitress who actually runs the entire club. OK. It's not Shakespeare. The sole purpose is to make you smile. It's a decent story, photographed well with plenty of interesting characters, lots of great tits and a happy ending that ties all the character lines together. Lighten up. Watch it while you're cleaning house or balancing the checkbook. It's a visual snack, not a 7 Course Feast.

Where to begin? First it is another of those home movie story shot by one of the characters, except they spare us the pain of having the full length of the movie shot by an amateur camera-person. Second, aside from the fact that a nephew comes to take over a strip club left to him by his deceased uncle, there is no story. We see lots of boobs, and that is pretty much the selling point of that movie. The word garbage came to mind to qualify this thing, but at least in garbage, there is always something you can salvage or recycle. At 4.3, this movie is grossly overrated. It is in the same league as Paris Hilton's Pledge This.