I finally caught Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle this weekend at the dollar movie. Bottom line: It was worth a dollar. At $1.50, however, I would’ve felt cheated.

The first Charlie’s Angels was decent over-the-top cartoon action porn. Full Throttle is even more outrageous and amped-up, yet markedly inferior. Much of it is so dumb, it makes the first film look smart. Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore and Lucy Liu return as the trio of (supposedly) sexy secret agents, doing the bidding of their mysterious speakerbox-boss Charlie. When the movie begins, they’re rescuing a U.S. marshal from Mongolia, and this soon gives way to the first ridiculous stunt. With the theft of two stolen rings containing federal witness protection info, the seeds of a story are planted and then proceeded to be fertilized with ***censored***. The girls crack the case with illogical ease, flung from one situation to another seemingly to allow for director McG’s endless streams of celebrity cameos, irrational musical numbers and leering ***censored*** shots.

Demi Moore is one of several villains, here a fallen Angel whose intent to kill the girls is never explained. Better – but still poorly – explained is the replacement of Bill Murray as Angels liaison Bosley, a role now filled by Steppin Fetchit, er, Bernie Mac. Instead of capitalizing on Mac’s “Ocean’s Eleven” cool, the movie makes him the butt of all jokes. Look, he’s never seen a big-screen TV before! He doesn’t know what an electric taser is! Aren’t black men stupid? Full Throttle seems to think so. And why add Disney Channel heartthrob Shia LaBeouf (or however you spell it) as a potential new Bosley when the film is already overflowing with cardboard characters?

Liu isn’t half-bad, but Diaz’s “Lookitme! I’m pretty and goofy!” shtick is so old and tired, particularly because Diaz herself is so skeletal, she’s ceased being pretty. Still, she’s not nearly as nauseating as Barrymore being passed off as sexy. Every time she looked in the camera acting all tough and wearing metal-band T-shirts, I wanted to kick her in the teeth.

Like its predecessor, Full Throttle simultaneously seduces and repulses. Here, however, the repulsion wins out.