is one very unhappy crime fighter. Her villainous booty
call Circuit Breaker has been blabbering about their late
night rendezvous to a reporter writing for a local rag.
She’s ticked enough to cut him off for good. However, she’s
aware of her limits (such as they are) and sees no reasons
to indulge in self-inflicted spite or celibacy. What’s
called for is a nice helping of revenge. Throw in a drunken
pirate and the possibilities are endless.
Shall We Do With a Drunken Sailor blasts you like a
high-powered ray gun. Don’t forget we’ve got sassy
Grasshopper pulling the trigger. Again, my only complaint
is that I’ve gotten doses of Grasshopper’s super powers but
I’d really like to see her do a lot more. Her
take-no-prisoners style of doing things her way does a
superb job of tickling your funny bone. Here I was
anticipating another bout of on-the-job racy fun from
everyone’s hot-to-trot super heroine, and what I got was a
double scoop of raunchiness-meets-revenge. P. Andrews
throws everything at you including the kitchen sink.
There’s more voyeurism (A Grasshopper must!) and *gasp* very
loud, public sex. A couple of scenes introduce some really
kicking, new characters that I look forward to seeing more
of. Then there’s the standoff that forces Circuit Breaker
to acknowledge just how ticked off Grasshopper is. Lastly,
all Pirates of the Caribbean fans will get a kick out
of the drunken sailor that stumbles across the irate leading
lady of this wildly, raucous scorcher. Need I say more? If
you haven’t read the previous installment, You Can Keep
Your Mask On, you need catch up. This wickedly urban
tale is rushing towards an impressive take off. You don’t
want to get left in the dust on this one.