Twenty Bucks (1993) is just that, the story of the life and times of a Jackson. The bill enters the picture spit out from an ATM and ends in the shredder. In between there’s enough of a narrative arc to keep one interested as the money changes hands from bag ladies to skateboarders. But the best exchange in currency occurs when that twenty is shoved into the tight G-string of Melora Walters, playing a bachelor-party stripper. Cost of renting Twenty Bucks: $3.50. Price of baby oil and tissues: $6. One-handed fast-forwarding to Melora’s juggling jugs and bouncing bottom: priceless.