"Chasing Molly" (2019) - A young woman on the run from her past finds refuge in a small, isolated town, where she becomes entangled in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a mysterious figure who seems to know her every secret.
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Chasing Molly (2019) is a chaotic, low-budget indie comedy that swings big with its wild energy but doesn’t always land. Shelley Pack is a standout as Molly, a paranormal con artist who, with her partner Atticus (Jim Cashman), scams clients under the guise of exorcising demons. Their hustle goes south when they steal a teapot stuffed with a drug lord’s ecstasy, sparking a frantic race through LA’s underbelly to save Atticus from the clutches of Mr. Black (Kurt Angle). Pack’s sharp, snappy dialogue—she also wrote the script—carries the film, and her chemistry with Cashman delivers genuine laughs. The humor, often crude and packed with sexual innuendos, teeters between clever and cringeworthy, with some scenes (like the “skullcracker” bit) feeling overly gross. The plot holds together better than most B-movie comedies, but the rushed ending and low production values betray its budget. Kurt Angle’s menacing drug lord and Felicia Day’s cameo add flair, though some stereotypes (like the caricatured gangs) feel dated. It’s a mixed bag—hilarious for those who vibe with its adolescent, improvisational charm, but grating if you’re not on board with its relentless raunchiness. Worth a watch for a late-night laugh if you’re into quirky, unpolished gems.
Chasing Molly (2019) is a chaotic, low-budget indie comedy that swings big with its wild energy but doesn’t always land. Shelley Pack is a standout as Molly, a paranormal con artist who, with her partner Atticus (Jim Cashman), scams clients under the guise of exorcising demons. Their hustle goes south when they steal a teapot stuffed with a drug lord’s ecstasy, sparking a frantic race through LA’s underbelly to save Atticus from the clutches of Mr. Black (Kurt Angle). Pack’s sharp, snappy dialogue—she also wrote the script—carries the film, and her chemistry with Cashman delivers genuine laughs. The humor, often crude and packed with sexual innuendos, teeters between clever and cringeworthy, with some scenes (like the “skullcracker” bit) feeling overly gross. The plot holds together better than most B-movie comedies, but the rushed ending and low production values betray its budget. Kurt Angle’s menacing drug lord and Felicia Day’s cameo add flair, though some stereotypes (like the caricatured gangs) feel dated. It’s a mixed bag—hilarious for those who vibe with its adolescent, improvisational charm, but grating if you’re not on board with its relentless raunchiness. Worth a watch for a late-night laugh if you’re into quirky, unpolished gems.