Do you know what I want to see? More snazzy ethnic versions of highly successful Hollywood productions. For instance, an all Asian version of Brokeback Mountain would be peachy, as would a German language rendition of The Color Purple. It would challenge actors to step outside the box, to tackle roles that would otherwise be unavailable to them. Who in their right mind wouldn't pay to see Jackie Chan and Jet Li explore their hidden homosexual desires while herding livestock across a snow-covered mountain range? If I'm the only person who finds that saucy scenario oddly compelling, feel free to leave me lots of snarky comments.

Until Olaf Ittenbach delivers on that oh-so-splendid adaptation of Alice Walker's classic novel, I guess I'll just have to make due with Paul Wynne's African-American take on Ivan Goff and Ben Roberts' campy television epic Charlie's Angels. Not one to stray too far from the source material, Wynne's 2003 effort Hood Angels is very much like its Caucasian counterpart. Three hot chicks — the slut, the brains, and the riot grrl — take it upon themselves to unravel the mystery behind a rap star's untimely demise. Did I mention they also take orders from an authoritative male figure? Well, there's that, too. Can't have a trio of sexy chicks fighting crime without a penis calling the shots, now can we?

Chauvinist pigs!

Specifically, the film follows the exploits of Cinnamon, Traci, and Felicia, three butt-stompin' sistas who find friendship while spending an evening in the county lock-up. Their eventual release from jail — with a little help from a dashing young lawyer, no less — isn't all moon pies and penny whistles, I'm afraid. It would seem that someone has taken it upon themselves to gun down Cinnamon's hip-hoppin' brother Nitro (Juvenile) only days before the release of his next album. All signs point to someone working at Murder Boi, the record label owned and operated by Nitro's old pal J Day. Watch as the plot thickens and boils!

Cinnamon and her pals soon land jobs at Murder Boi, giving them several opportunities to eavesdrop on suspicious conversations and steal financial records from cluttered desk drawers. Before you can scream "Matlock!" the ladies find themselves knee deep in big trouble, forcing the trio to fall back on the one thing that never lets them down: their well-manicured fists of impossible fury! Can they discover the mastermind behind Nitro's death, or will their slapdash attempts at undercover work cost them their pretty little lives?

The back of the Digiview Entertainment DVD, I should mention, gets the so-called "plot" all wrong. The girls are never forced into investigating Nitro's death at all. In fact, it was basically their idea from the get-go. Also, the name of the record label they work for is listed as Insynchro Records on the packaging, though the name Murder Boi is clearly displayed in a number of lingering shots. How hard is it to write a proper synopsis, people? Seriously, if you need some help with your homework, you know where to find me. Oh, well. I guess you get what you paid for.