Dangerous Worry Dolls begins with a quick edited collage of mulatto women scrapping a drug dispute. From then, the film just progressively gets worst. The prison aspect slightly inflates into a sweltering side story of a transsexual sex tape rape ring bewildered by a soon-to-be counter-raped by possessed angry woman with a strap-on. So the basic cover of this film is the obnoxious PG feminist W.I.P. (Women in Prison) flick of a despicable nature, only differing due to a pitied love interest.
Full Moon used to be a brand you can trust. Over the years, this once respectable low budget horror company has slowly begun to deteriorate. The emblazoned logo was a solid guarantee for moderate acting, moderate production, but at the same time, a generically enjoyable horror film. Charles Band is a simple man of blind faith. A fossil without a fresh vision or idea. The only outsource for creativity is creating new sculptures and art prints for successful films he created decades ago. Although Troma uses Toxie as a mascot, to this day Troma still produces quality films.
In my personal opinion, I vote that Charles Band steps down as acting director and steps aside for Silvia St. Croix, who directed the hilarious sequel to The Gingerdead Man. The legacy of Full Moon is nearly all but diminished thanks to films like Dead Man's Hand and Puppet Master vs. Demonic Toys. For a better Full Moon title, check out the aptly titled Prison starring a young Viggo Mortensen. Dangerous Worry Dolls is absolutely B-grade filth. There's no meaning to the occurrences and Band could care less. Don't bother.