Tarantino Productions presents a comedy so extreme it has been called everything from brilliant to repulsive, genius to insane, hilarious to absolutely bloody disgusting. Suffice it to say there are no mild reactions to Underbelly Blues. It has been called Pulp Fiction on Acid, True Romance without the romance and Reservoir Dogs with rabies. Featuring a brilliant cast of some of the funniest stand up comics and improv specialists on the Hollywood comedy scene, Underbelly Blues began as an experiment with hilarious consequences. What happens when you let comics really run amok? Let them create their own characters and write their own dialogue? Then throw them all together and watch the sparks fly. The result is Underbelly Blues, a heist caper like none other. Winner of four Best Picture awards on the Indie Festival circuit and the buzz of the 2012 Hollywood Film Fest, Underbelly Blues is that film that anyone with an anti-establishment, anti-everything, extremely dark sense of humor has been waiting for. A true anthem for anyone who has ever wanted to puke at a Spielberg screening. A cult classic destined to occupy a prestigious spot on every awesome cinephile’s DVD shelf. Here is the one, the only, Underbelly Blues.

What happens when you mix a briefcase containing ten million dollars with a corrupt cop, a sleazy strip club owner, lesbian strippers, an obsessive compulsive hitman, a British meth cook, an albino thug, a cowardly gangster rapper, a sexual deviant redneck, a ruthless CEO, a Jewish pickpocket, and his dominatrix mother?

Underbelly Blues.