Director- Joe Finley

Lana “here, look at my boobs” Clarkson is back to reprise her role as the Barbarian Queen. Only sortof, her name this time is Amathalea, and her plight is that of the daughter of an MIA good king, being held captive by her evil uncle false king. Amathalea declines to give her uncle the secret of the scepter (apparently a necessary precept for rule) they decide to execute her. She escapes, duh, and is pursued into the forest where she is rescued by a leather clad mid 80’s cheerleader type. When BQ is taken to the chick’s village, she immediately gets into a fight with the fiery redhead loudmouth, whereupon they roll into the convenient nearby mud hole and tear each other’s tops off. Within moments she is the new leader of the mostly female shantytown beggar village. As part of their cheap Robin Hoochie act, they continuously ambush the evil kings soldiers, including some chisel featured TV actor dude who was supposedly Amathaleas childhood friend and lover, and lucky for her, still loyal to the real king. They dispassionately exchange body fluids in the forest and then the rebels send them both back to the castle to warn the evil imposter king who wears a silly wig and fake beard. Bad idea, they are lured into the castle and capture them. The dungeon keeper straps Amathalea into an apparatus and takes her top off, where she jiggles for a while, escapes, is recaptured, jiggles, and then is freed by her man. They flee back to the forest hideout. When Amathalea recovers from her post traumatic jiggling stress disorder, some of the real kings retainers have shown up with the fetid corpse of the deceased king. She is galvanized into attacking the imposter, but the imposter’s daughter sneaks into camp and steals the secret of the scepter. She is captured however, and the rebels use this as a pretense to attack the castle anyway, with the expected results.

Lana is only slightly more willing to bare her chest for the sake of “film art” and only one other person follows suit, which is considerably less than BQ1. Let’s not pretend here, these films are intended as super cheap moneymakers in which crowds are drawn in by the promise of Lana Clarkson's lack of moral restraint and failure of anyone in her family to break the sad news that she has absolutely no acting talent. I acquiesce; the former would naturally follow the latter. Nothing else about either of these films, short of getting it over with was attempted with any seriousness in either of these films. Don’t get me wrong, they were funny as hell; maybe that’s the scotch talking.