My eyes hurt. My head hurts.
Like Tarantino's Dusk to Dawn movie, the Bolt theatre is only open from sundown to sun up, and you have to have your ticket (one of which was supplied in the comic, thanx!).
There's a lot of martial arts fighting, some outer space adventures, terrific send-ups of the classic 'blaxploitation' genre in the form of a bad-ass black martial artist named Kain.
My eyes hurt. My head hurts. Not from the endless gratuitous sex/gore ethically questionable story lines. It was in trying to follow each story's thread. They're framed like they're trailers to up coming movies, so the short-and-sweet approach is used. Once I sort of got what each vignette was about I was tossed out of the tale and into the movie theater once again.
One exception was a pretty good action/thriller at the end of Bolt 1 with a big breasted action heroine and a black werewolf over a head in a sack. That one had a decent plot.
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