Another riff, three times as broad as it is long (perhaps as clever but not as funny as Tar Baby, 1973, but all depending where you wear your sense of humor) -- this takes place uptown, downtown, and all around the city where hotels, clubs, brothels, and saloons blossom on its underside. Along with grade B girls and policemen like Shotgun Coen, the ""israelita"" with blue eyes and magenta socks, who's not above using anyone like clubfooted Arnold the Spic as his snitch. Particularly in his war party against Chino Reyes, another kind of pig, a gambler who also has a train of whores -- Chino who's going to ""fry Coen's brains"" after Coen raids his gambling parlor and who in fact does -- shooting him through the throat. This is the simplest part of the action which takes place in a gumbo of ethnic foods, insults, and all-purpose scatology and when the steam clears, will you be smiling? Or will you find it uncomfortably close to the gut and the crotch?