"Yo, peep this: The story I'm about to tell is wild," Bokeem Woodbine's ex-convict narrator solemnly intones at the opening of Caught Up. And sure enough, what follows is indeed a wild, crazy blaxploitation/film-noir hybrid that is at times ridiculously entertaining despite the fact that it isn't really a very good film. In true noir fashion, it opens with the curiously bat-like Woodbine being released from prison and encountering an outside world that has no use for him. His luck seems to change, however, when he meets gorgeous, duplicitous fortune teller Cynda Williams, who soon proves her incredible gift of telepathy by correctly guessing that as a man recently released from prison and in the presence of a beautiful, scantily clad woman, Woodbine is probably horny. Suitably impressed, Woodbine shacks up with her, leading to a tangled web of murder, kidnapping, grand theft, and torture. For the most part, Caught Up is a murky, poorly lit, ludicrously convoluted, badly written film full of stock characters and offensive stereotyping; in true blaxploitation tradition, the film's two white characters are both comically repulsive and evil. Still, if you can get past all that, Caught Up is strangely compelling and always watchable.