Caged Fury begins with an inmate escaping from her cell through a tunnel hidden behind a poster. It's not comparable to The Shawshank Redemption, but after experiencing this women-in-prison film I can say that, similar to Andy Dufresne’s experience, I felt like I’d gone through something unpleasant and emerged on the other side. The woman is quickly recaptured, though how, when, or where remains a mystery—and it doesn't really matter because she disappears from the story entirely. The central figure becomes Kat Collins (Roxanna Michaels), a young actress hoping to make it in Los Angeles after leaving Utah. Kat meets Rhonda Wallace (April Dawn Dollarhide), and they stay at Rhonda’s boyfriend, Buck Lewis’s (Blake Bahner) apartment. They go out to a bar where The Zeros, an extremely obscure glam metal band not even mentioned in The Decline of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years, are performing. Also present are Victor (Erik Estrada) and his friend Dirk Ramsey (Richie Barathy). Victor is preoccupied because “this biker I’ve been looking for has been causing trouble for a friend.” Dirk advises him against getting involved in other people's conflicts, but then spends most of the film fighting those battles for Victor. That night they rescue Kat from some overly enthusiastic bikers. Barathy performs a rigid style of martial arts; at least I believe it’s him doing the actual moves. In contrast, Estrada’s approach is to throw punches toward the camera and let his stunt double and editor handle the action while he takes credit. The next day Buck gets Kat and Rhonda an audition, but when they discover it's for a pornographic film, they try to leave, leading to an arrest, a hasty trial, and a swift prison sentence. Something seems amiss, but the truth is so absurd that I think it’s best left to one of the villains to explain: "Our international clients watch casting tapes and then create shopping lists. We set up girls from out of state. We send them to a movie set in prison to break their spirits. But the best part is that most girls believe they've done something terrible, so they tell their families and boyfriends they’re leaving the country for a film job. It's brilliant; no one looks for them, there are no missing person reports, and if someone from the Midwest decides to investigate, where would they start—Mexico? [What about all those people, the courtroom?] Now Kathryn, that's what you should have figured out. You see, the judge, the district attorney, and I – we’re all actors.” It’s an unnecessarily complicated scheme, but it takes place in Hollywood after all. Literally; the characters emerge onto Hollywood Boulevard, directly across from Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. It's reminiscent of Blazing Saddles, except that the people in Caged Fury aren’t fortunate enough to escape the confines of their movie. Victor reappears, conveniently recovered from his injury, just as needed to take credit for everything. “I can’t believe you’re here,” Kat says; “I didn't think you cared.” He responds without a trace of modesty: "Hey, I care more than you think." That turns out not to be enough for him to stick around when Kat returns to the "prison" to rescue Rhonda, who has been left behind. The cynical and cowardly man waits outside—or rather, doesn’t wait; when Kat is taken away by ambulance, Victor is nowhere to be seen. Nevertheless, Caged Fury concludes with a shot of them riding his motorcycle together—at least he isn't a bigamist, unlike in Dos Mujeres.

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