Along the way, we meet the rest of her band: Tracy, the bass player (Drea de Matteo), is a trust-fund baby moonlighting as a poster child for Narcotics Anonymous, with the obligatory controlling boyfriend; Faith (Lori Petty) is "a guitarist by night, a guitar teacher by day" and just happens to be dating Sally (Shelly Cole), the cute-as-a-button drummer who is part Shirley Temple and part Keith Moon.
With various scenes of sex, drugs, and tossed off three-chord rock as the backdrop, Jacki mulls her Catch-22: get signed and be marginally successful or jump out of the great rock 'n' roll swindle with a shred of dignity left. At the beginning of the film, Jacki ponders her dilemma in a monologue so colored with cynicism, it could be one of her tattoos: "Bitter rock chick in a band... bitter rock chick without a band. Either way, bitter and rock 'n' roll end up together."
Bitter comes out a lot in the film. Issues of rape, molestation, emotional and domestic abuse, and exploitation are recurring themes for the female characters. But again and again, the point is made that just, ya know, rocking out will help these women through it. We get to see only a sliver of these women's emotions, their confusion, the joy they have for playing, so any feelings of empathy are fettered by the stereotypical male behavior and the women's acceptance of it. Prey would be a decent flick if it could translate leather, bleach, and petty revenge into true grit. (9:10 p.m. Thursday, October 28, Regal Delray; 9:30 p.m. Sunday, November 14, AMC Coral Ridge, 104 minutes) -- Audra Schroeder