SLEAZOID EXPRESS (2002)

Spun from Landis' fascinating 'zine, this ''mind-twisting tour through the grindhouse cinema of Times Square'' haphazardly collects synopsis-heavy reviews of such extreme exploitation fare as mondo documentaries and the notorious Ilsa flicks. What's mind-twisting are the descriptions of 42nd Street theater toilets and the pointless name-dropping of obscure film distributors. Through their overuse of ''velour,'' ''Popeye'' (to describe derelicts), ''tenderloin,'' and ''archetype,'' the authors develop a kind of pretentious skid-row patois. But can one really trust their assertion that Last House on the Left heavy David Hess wrote Elvis' ''All Shook Up,'' or their characterization of I Spit on Your Grave auteur Meir Zarchi as ''a one-movie Israeli wonder''? Guess they never saw Don't Mess With My Sister.