By Michael Sauter
Updated September 03, 1999 at 04:00 AM EDT

Yet another man-who-would-be-Tarantino, writer-director Carnahan has made a crime film so tedious that it’s virtually unwatchable (small wonder it was virtually unseen in theaters). Blood Guts Bullets & Octane is a tale of two used-car dealers who go for the big score while babysitting a vintage Pontiac with a trunk of unknown stash, the movie tries to jazz up its endless dialogues with amateurishly hammy actors and too many title cards that aren’t nearly as clever as intended. After wallowing through scenes labeled ”Coldblooded Hotheads” and ”Grab Bag Ugly,” one’s first urge is to hit stop. Instead, fast-forward to the climactic scene (”Double Barreled Doomsday”) to find out what’s in that damned trunk after all. If you still care.