Don't be put off by hot mess of 'Honey'

Margaret Qualley eats up the screen in Ethan Coen and Tricia Cooke's sleazy caper.

- AMY NICHOLSON

MARGARET Qualley plays the titular Bakersfield private eye with a swagger.

"Honey Don't!" is a smutty desert mystery in which the detective, Honey O'Donohue (Margaret Qualley), never gets around to solving the central crime.

She's too busy seducing women and swatting down randy men. I'd call the opening murder a red herring except it’s really more like a fish left to cook in the blinding Bakersfield sun.

The second film co-written by Ethan Coen and his collaborator and wife Tricia Cooke (the first was 2024’s “Drive-Away Dolls”), it’s less preoccupied by the challenge of who's responsible for that corpse than by its own overarching question: Why not? Why not let Margaret Qualley prove she has the electricity to power an audience through any plot? Why not pivot from “The Big Lebowski” and “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” to an announced trilogy of tatty lesbian exploitation pictures?

Why not, when a couple has earned the industry clout to shoot the script they want with the cast they want, make exactly the movie they want, even if this pulpy B-picture isn’t very good? Who's going to tell them, honey don’t?

To be clear, there’s enough to like in “Honey Don't!” to get you through its 89-minute running time. I'd watch Qualley stride around barking at people for twice as long and her supporting cast, which includes Aubrey Plaza as Honey’s latest lover and Chris Evans as an oily pastor, is delivering at top level, ie, Coen-worthy. (Newer talent Josh Pafchek pockets his scenes as a moronic Australian brute.)

The script has several zingers that are so good you want to applaud right in your seat, particularly an insult Honey slings at her estranged daddy (Kale Browne). Even the extended intro credits have a witty energy that makes you forgive that they're tap dancing to pad the length.