This no-budget stinker was shot almost entirely in extreme close-up with a shaky hand-held camera with a fish eye lens on it. Most shots are either under- or overexposed. That makes it almost painful to watch. The male characters are completely unbelievable, so you're left with some ugly guys chasing each other around in Goodwill store clothes and making faces.
Amy Lynn appears in flashbacks as the protagonist's girlfriend, but all they do is argue. She is a beautiful woman and even this clunker can't completely hide that, but it tries pretty hard. She doesn't get much screen time, but she manages to portray the only *character* in the picture. I hope she gets a part in a real movie someday.
Do not waste your time on this picture. If you want to see Amy Lynn, rent the first Penthouse Pet of the Year Playoffs. If you want to see Amy Lynn do comedy, rent Golf Balls. If you want to see wisecracking, violent hoods, rent the The Seven Ups or Pulp Fiction. Those four pictures have some entertainment value. Blood, Bullets, Buffoons has none.