Somehow I doubt that the performance of an Irish jig in front of a sickly aminal is likely to induce recovery, but that's just me!
And now, there's a sequel! Babes: Sex In The City, or something.
And, being more Sheep-pig related shennanigans, it's got that Sarah Jessica Porker in it, playing Carrie.
Who, as I recall, got covered in pigs blood by Danny Zuko and that PoliceBird out of Robocop 2 before going on a telepathic rampage, thanks to her mental mother from Twin Peaks.
Now, call me olde fashioned, but surely the porcine pervosity of rubbing aminal blood all over your nudie bod whilst nobbing Mr Big (in the trouser department) isn't really family entertainment for New Years afternoon!
They should have stuck with the nice "That'll do, Pig. That'll do" ending, rather than turn it into some chick-flick sexual empowerment of mole tarnished trollops.
Forget the Irish Jig by Mr Hoggett*, it'll be Gracie Law writhing on a pole for the entertainment of David Lo Pan (or Fumio Yamaguchi, being Carrie's Mom's totally foolproof disguise) !!
Bah! Ram you right up the...
* GRRRRRR... It'S HOGGLE!!!!
