Bad Santa 2
At first you think this can’t work again, lightning doesn’t strike twice. Then you have the opening shot, of Wille riding a sports car on The Strip, drooling over a breastfeeding mother, crashing into the valet service he is working with, being fired on the spot. Brilliant, even though I think I got the censored TV version.
The gang is back together in Vegas, including the kid who is all grown up now, when Marcus the Elf brings news of a special job to pull in Chicago, with a yet-unnamed contact.
They get there and the “contact” is his mother, Kathy Bates just doing his thing. They even explain how they could be brothers, since she had him at 13.
The job is stealing 2 milles of a charity shop, one of those professional joints, where most of the money pads the accounts of the couple that runs the thing. A brilliant con, living in large while being an upstanding member of the community. Of course, the guy is banging the secretary (or doing that thing with the shoes, whatever filthy thing that is), and the woman hasn’t seen a dick in a decade.
The security is ludicrous. The head of security is like Mike from Spaced, a cop LARPer. Copy that. The bouncer is a foxxy minx willing to fuck everything that moves. Of course, little people is just too far for her, she coaxes a lobster dinner from him and doesn’t put out, the vile bitch.
The gang doesn’t trust each other, and they try to cut each other off several times, but it’s all for nothing, they will try to get all the money anyway. Eventually they fail, the money is blown over SantaCon and everyone gets shot.
Only our protagonist manages to get laid several times, with all available pussy, including sloppy tugjobs like there’s no tomorrow. Finally, he gets away with everything, finds a fuckbuddy, gets a “job” in the “charity”, and manages to teabag Marcus for real.
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.