Review of Kika

. . . KIKA. Surely the title character of this flick can be considered a necrophiliac, as she moves in with a guy that she first attended or met as a corpse. Because she did his dad before that, she's a two-generation tart of the sour kind to boot. This film is more or less a random hodgepodge of deviant actions, featuring faces doubtless intended to make viewers lose their popcorn. Apparently the clueless director here does not realize that there is an entire Blue Movie Industry for dudes just out to point a camera and shock others. Someone should send him a business card for one of these salacious organizations.