I'm Bout It, the debut film for rapper, producer, and No Limit Records kingpin Master P, was a poorly made, incoherent, semi-autobiographical gangsta epic that inexplicably made obscene amounts of money on video. It would be nice to think that a good deal of that film's ineptitude could be blamed on its low budget and Master P's inexperience as a filmmaker. But the unspeakably awful I Got The Hook-Up suggests that the shoddiness of I'm Bout It was just an indicator of even worse things to come. The film stars tall, charisma-free Master P and short, irritating comic A.J. Johnson as hustlers who stumble upon a shipment of cellular phones and proceed to have a series of misadventures. Unfortunately, this plot description makes I Got The Hook-Up sound far more coherent than it actually is; in reality, it's so surreally nonsensical that it often threatens to abandon any illusion of narrative and break off into experimental abstraction. Perhaps the nicest thing that can be said about this bizarre, stridently offensive mess is that it occasionally resembles Harmony Korine's Gummo as re-imagined by Rudy Ray Moore. While that's not a good thing by any stretch of the imagination, it remains perversely interesting. Like Korine, P and director Michael Martin show a notable disdain for coherent storylines and scripted dialogue, as well as an exploitative interest in midgets, the mentally ill, and the morally repugnant. The difference between the two films is that Gummo is at least trying to be an experimental art film, while P's movie approaches the vague surrealism of bad art cinema only through its bizarre failure as a broad ghetto comedy.