May 01 2008
From the Grindhouse…
It’s really funny how when you look at some of these films, they really just seem to be manifestations of all the many fears conservatives have had over the years but never seem to come to fruition. Crapping one’s pants seem sto be a prerequiste for being an American conservative. Afraid of people of color, gays, and young people, among other things. Such as the gals in Switchblade Sisters. I think I might have actually dated one of these fine ladies:
This one’s the religious right’s nightmare about a gay outlaw biker gang, The Pink Angels. From the days before political correctness was even a figment of the imagination:
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My son Adam and his friends brought Switchblade Sisters home to watch one time, and I had the dubious pleasure of watching it with them. I would say that my favorite scene was when the girl gang finished fighting another gang and then returned to their gang hideout to eat cake decorated with the name of the gang.
Classic stuff. It’s unbelievably craptacular.