The first Big Bad Mama was a quickie Bonnie and Clyde wannabe on a much lower budget and a much shorter shooting schedule. Angie looked good and seemed to be enjoying herself in a rare bad girl role, and there were enough car chases and shoot-outs to keep the viewer from falling asleep.Big Bad Mama II is more (and less) of the same. Mostly less, since writer- director Jim Wynorski aims for camp, but can't manage to get laughs with anything. (This was a career-long failing for him.) Angie is back, but she's now over 50, and the Depression gangster genre has put on a few years too. With nothing new in the way of story ideas or screen visuals, there seems to be no point too having made a sequel beyond cashing in on the original for its video notoriety. More car chases, more guns, but little point. The sequel is only for die hard Angie fans. Collectors of celebrity nude will be disappointed that Angie's nude scenes were doubled (by former Penthouse model Monique Gabrielle).

1934. Shrewd and two-fisted no-nonsense matriarch Wilma McClatchie (a still lovely and sprightly Angie Dickinson) and her two nubile daughters -- brash Billie Jean (the insanely gorgeous Danielle Brisebois) and the sweet, but rather dim-witted Polly (adorable Julie McCullough) -- get revenge on crooked politician Morgan Crawford (a sublimely slimy Bruce Glover) by not only robbing various banks he owns, but also by kidnapping his nice guy son Jordan (likable Jeff Yagher). Director/co-writer Jim Wynorski relates the compact story at constant quick pace, offers a sharp line in amusing campy'n'cheeky humor, stages the exciting, if less than realistic action scenes with real gusto (said action includes a fierce sisterly catfight and a wild anything-goes brawl in a bordello), manages a few moments of humanity amid all the merry silliness, presents a credible enough evocation of the Great Depression era, and, of course, gives us a generous sprinkling of tasty female nudity (a skinny dipping sequence with Julie and Danielle rates as the undeniable yummy highlight). The solid acting from an able cast helps matters a whole lot: Robert Culp lends excellent support as helpful and compassionate journalist Daryl Pearson, Ebbe Roe Smith is appropriately hateful as Morgan's sleazy assistant Lucas Stroud, Charles Cyphers does well as ornery police chief Stark, and Kelli Maroney has a cool last reel cameo as fast-driving fugitive Willie McClatchie. Robert C. New's polished cinematography boasts plenty of neat cinematic flourishes (I really dug the bullet hole-style scene transitions). Chuck Cirino's twangy and jaunty score hits the harmonic spot. A hugely entertaining outing.

You watch this film because of the attractive women, not because you expect The Godfather', 'Bonnie and Clyde', or even 'Scarface.' Angie looks great (although she may be body doubled during her sex scene with Culp), and McCullough and Brisbois are barely clothed throughout, thank you very much. Otherwise, this is a clumsily written, directed and acted pile of junk. The action scenes are some of the worst staged for the screen, with Glover, Culp and others standing around, unconcerned, as explosions go off and bullets fly around them. Cops fire endless rounds at Angie and her girls in their jalopy and neither the car or the girls are ever scratched. Plotwise, we've got Dickinson and her girls shooting up cops and blasting their way out of banks then racing off... but the cops never follow. In fact, nobody seems to be after these brazen criminals except Culp, the reporter. The cops are apparently stumped, but Culp finds them without any effort, time and time again. It's all so obviously stupid, and the leads know it. Culp and Dickinson treat the film like a 'Smokey & The Bandit' lark with barely suppressed laughter in many of their scenes. But, once again, you're here for the feminine pulchritude.

Angie Dickenson is back, and this time she's old. She does look good in a bubblebath, though, and her daughters have a skinny-dip.This sequel to a film that ripped-off one film(BLOODY MAMA), which in turn was a rip-off of another flick(BONNIE AND CLYDE).Needless to say, BIG BAD MAMA II is a watered-down affair. And Robert Culp looks embarrassed. It's a time-killer, with the emphasis on "kill".