In Gina Gershon's labor of love, the general worldview is worse than any other film short of A Clockwork Orange. This pathetic tale of a terrible all-girl (and 75% lesbian) band called, ahem, Clam Dandy, gives us Gershon as frontwoman and day-job tattoo artist, still trying to get her band to the Big Show some 20 years past its prime. But the story (what there is of it) is just a backdrop for some world-class bad tidings: Prey for Rock & Roll (oh, it's a pun!) tells us that getting raped, being addicted to drugs, getting beat up, and even getting run over and killed are all worth it -- if it makes your music even more angry (and thus, good). The only thing worse than the plot itself are the music (good lord) and Gershon's horrid melange of tattoos. Sad.