How could a guy from Brooklyn possibly resist watching a flick with a title like "Bite Me!," anyhow? Particularly when the plot involves strippers battling giant tick/spider monsters that emerge from a crate of tainted marijuana! I mean, did Brett Piper write this one just for me or something? And yes, the movie was every bit as silly as the title and story sound. The only thing missing was Rhonda Shears intoning "Up all night." This is a trash flick in the fine tradition of such cinematic tour de frass as "Dr. Alien" (AKA I Was a Teenage Sex Mutant) and "Sgt. Kabukiman NYPD." At no point did Bite Me! ever come close to taking itself seriously, which is a good thing when you're talking about strippers and giant spiders. There was sex and drugs, not so much rock 'n roll, cartoonish characters Michael Thomas clearly deserves some sort of award for the dumbest portrayal of a gangster ever and a few nude scenes involving two or more caricatures of strippers. Not my type, mind you, but I got the point; they have boobs, and they will be the co-stars alongside the killer spiders. Yay.
Folks who enjoy the Golden Age of comedy-horror/sci fi cheese will have a good time with "Bite Me!," no doubt. If you used to watch "USA: Up All Night," then you're one of those people. Have fun!