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In these days of sexual promiscuity and STDs, it’s important to be honest with your lover. For instance: Ladies, if you happen to be possessed by the mythical Queen of the South Sea—and have an ill-tempered, sharp-toothed eel up your cooch that bites the penis off any man who can’t satisfy your insatiable lust—the responsible thing to do would be to give your next gentleman caller fair warning. Or, at the very least, provide a double-strength condom. Not that the Trojan Man could do anything about the hailstorm of bullets unleashed upon the masses by the title character of Indonesian filmmaker H. Tjut Djalil’s 1989 cult-thriller, Lady Terminator. Half Asian legend, half blatant The Terminator rip-off, the plot of Jackson’s low-budget flick is as loose as its anti-heroine’s vagina of fanged death. But with the ample bosoms, machine guns, and all that bloodletting, is anyone really paying enough attention to care? Don’t forget to pack some protection when the film screens at 8 p.m. at Dr. Dremo’s Taphouse, 2001 Clarendon Blvd., Arlington. $2 (suggested donation). (202) 736-1732. (Matthew Borlik)