In this meandering, bargain-basement spoof of ’70s grindhouse cinema (2009), a booze-sodden secret agent is ordered to track down two stolen briefcases containing highly embarrassing personal material that belongs to the U.S. president. Writer-director Frankie Latina casts fellow filmmaker Mark Borchardt of American Movie as a bad guy, and pockmarked heavy Danny Trejo (“Machete” from Robert Rodriguez’s Grindhouse installment “Planet Terror”) puts in three or four minutes as an improbable intelligence chief. To Latina’s credit, he’s kept this mess mercifully brief (76 minutes), but like all intentionally bad movies, it isn’t as much fun as the sort of thing Borchardt is known for: an inept film charged with sincerity.