This low-rent thriller is Uma Thurman's first performance (in fact, it's said it was her first audition, even). Grainy and cheap, the 1988 film has Thurman as a party girl who makes her living by letting people pick her up at clubs, then drugging them when they're back at his place. She ammasses cash and countless treasures this way, until eventually a murder changes the score.
A rare case of the sequel being far better than the original, the first Austin Powers (Mike Myers as unfrozen and bumbling 60s British superspy in the 90s) is uneven and often not funny, relying on recycled jokes and far-too-broad physical humor. Stick with the second one.
Nothing inspires more horror in me than the words "Based on the play..." and sure enough, Chicago Cab has that based-on-theatre feel to it. Day-in-the-life-of-a-cab-driver has been done before (never successfully, though), and this star-packed film does nothing to reverse that trend.