How do you write a 3-skull review of a piece-of-shit movie like BIKINI BLOODBATH without adopting a somewhat defensive tone? Of course it’s not a good movie. That’s beside the point. But like a Burger King Whopper or an undeniably juicy episode of “The Hills” or “Saved By The Bell”, BIKINI BLOODBATH is so blatantly cruddy, it’s actually kind of good, especially after a few beers or maybe even a 24 oz. bottle of Robitussin.