It's 1970, and Jimmy Foster, a broken down filmmaker back from Vietnam, takes a job at a corrupt adult theater just to get by. When he ends up on the run, Jimmy teams up with Nora, a part time hooker with a flair for drama. Hiding out in rural Arkansas, they are tasked with making a movie of their own, only to create something far worse than they ever imagined, the notorious adult parody Bat Pussy.
A gritty fictional retelling of the world's worst pornographic film (not really a retelling because there's nothing there to tell in the first place--its origins are unknown), as imagined by a guy who's watched the worst of the worst when it comes to anything committed to celluloid or videotape. Some of the highlights include movie theaters in a gang war, guerilla film-making, D-list mafia, and Ronald Reagan. It's the story that couldn't be told… because no one knows what happened.
This is much much better than Jones's previous debut. I'm not sure if he learned from his mistakes or he's just better suited to this kind of material than apocalyptic science fiction, but I enjoyed reading it. This one scoops tropes from crimesploitation movies like Death Wish, The Mechanic, The French Connection, Violent City, and other revenge movies, along with crappy shot-in-Italy movies with nudie girls and stalker creeps. Not that there aren't still distracting errors, but those are mostly typos this time around. And it has an ending I didn't expect, which is always a good thing--it's hard to surprise me. Don't let the title throw you--it's not the novelization of Bat Pussy (which fills me with shivers just thinking about), but it's a good throwback to dirty crime with good characters.