It’s safe to say there will not be another movie this year like Mad Cowgirl. Whether that’s a good or bad thing depends on your tolerance for copious bloodletting, hard-core pornography, and C-SPAN. The wildly unpredictable Cowgirl stars Sarah Lassez as a chop-socky fan and meat inspector who loves to take her work home with her (a good rib eye is enough to send her into fits of orgasmic pleasure). At a certain point, Lassez’s Therese stops watching kung fu movies and begins living in one, killing the men in her life who she believes are members of the deadly Ten Tigers From Kwangtung. Director Gregory Hatanaka never establishes a line between reality and hallucination. The whole movie, right down to the Chinese public service announcement about bovine spongiform encephalopathy, might be a fever dream brought on by some bad beef. But Hatanaka doesn’t establish what we’re supposed to take away from this insanity, either. At the very least, Walter Koenig’s role as a beef-jerky-eating, oral-sex- receiving televangelist will ensure Cowgirl a lengthy life as a bootleg on the Star Trek convention circuit. MATT SINGER