When you are wading through the filthy muck at the bottom of the cinema barrel, its movies like She Mob that you hope to find. From the very first frame of the opening credits you know you are in for something special. The film blasts on to the screen with the title text looking like it has either been painted hastily, possibly in blood, or has been torn into the screen by a maniac. Brash, fast paced, big band music explodes and we cut to a close up of two big naked boobs. The trumpets blare and the upright bass speeds through a jazzy rhythm. As the band screams itself raw the credits flash across the screen accompanied by black and white images of the curvaceous characters yet to come.
