I wasn't sure I was ready to watch another hood flick after suffering through a string of clunkers, but I got curious about this one because it features Scarface from the Geto Boys. He appears about twenty minutes into it, says two lines of dialogue, and promptly gets shot in the head. I should have expected as much. Nonetheless, by then the movie had my rapt attention for another reason. Gadzooks, it has a lot of cleavage. It's what New Jack City would look like if it were directed by Russ Meyer.

I should clarify, there's no actual nudity in Candy. Just a whole lot of low-cut shirts and bikini tops. So that's a point off the rating.

The story follows a crew of female gangsters from Houston. Candy (Sheneka Adams) is the leader. Dody (Gina Caliste) is her less seasoned cousin. YaYa (Eteria Ashford) is the number two behind Candy. Joy (Jessica Kylie) is the Latina. Pepper (Kayla Rivenbank) is the blond. That's about as far as the character development goes. There's also a handful of women among the extras who share one thing in common with Candy and her crew: they love the feel of a cool breeze across their bare sternums.

The crew is planning to knock off a massive drug shipment, but the story spends most of its time tiptoeing around it. I'm not even sure if it ever happens. It gets overshadowed by a goofy plot twist involving a double cross with a pump fake. The ending is decidedly anticlimactic.

There's a subplot where Dody gets hooked on cocaine by her new boyfriend (Raymond Adams). She goes from having virgin nostrils to being a rock-bottom cokehead in about half a day. Anthony Johnson, who was hilarious as Ezal the crackhead in Friday, makes an appearance but isn't given much to do.

Too bad Nahala Johnson couldn't keep the story half as tight as the women's wardrobes.

3 out of 10.

Seen on Amazon Prime.