The Candy Tangerine Man (1975 Matt Cimber)

Allegedly one of Samuel L Jackson (and QT's) favourite films, this low, low budget bottom-of-the-barrel has to be seen to be believed - it's so bad it's enormously enjoyable. Quite the worst directed film I've seen in ever, it actually makes you understand how films are made because of all the flaws - you can see more easily how it's done, or in this case, not done: the script, the acting, the directing of the acting, where to put the camera, how to get continuity between shots, when and what music to use, dubbing. I would argue it's very educational.

Anyway, that aside, the dreadful John Daniels is a multi-coloured Rolls Royce driving pimp called The Baron (who also has a normal wife, Marilyn Joi, and family in suburbia), fighting rival criminals and being pursued by the law Richard Kennedy (who is so over the top it's hilarious) and George Flower.

There's also some intentional humour in it, e.g. young thug who struts his stuff in front of the girls, then turns into a complete chicken the moment anything kicks off. Also like the guy who's cut the prostitute's tits off having his hand forcibly removed by the garbage disposal. And the machine guns in the front of the Rolls.

Extremely rare and thus only viewable in from-video and cropped copy, quite difficult to make out what's going on in scenes, adding to the overall feeling of obscure crap.