Words fail me.
The year of my birth, 1971, gave us all-timers like The French Connection, Fiddler on the Roof, and Get Carter.
It also gave us this cracked “classic,” perfect for watching at 2 AM in as crummy a format as possible.
The tale of crooks on the lam who head for Miami’s sunny sands, it quickly takes a detour, when one miscreant opts to hide in drag.
Dressed up like a middle-aged housewife, our grubby hero lounges around the house, drinking beer, doing some light house cleaning, and, too often, getting super jealous and all stabby.
As you do.