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A teenage vigilante seeks revenge on a group of violent thugs who raped her handicapped sister and murdered her best friend.
Regan MacNeil hell bent on revenge after her sister is savagely attacked by a gang of ruthless hoodlums. Curfew. The Scars. Street walkin'. Pussycat theatre. Spanish Fly. The silent sister. Strip search. Girls read Playgirl? Grand Theft Auto. Principal Wormer. Gym class. Dick grab. Cheerleaders. Steamy showers. Locker room chit-chat. Cat fight. Gang bang. House band. Bar brawl. Awesome fuckin' poetry. Sex-ed. Mismatched socks. Free fallin'. The way Jake and Fargo touch each other. Bedside confession. Tits in the tub. Switchblade. Boobie traps. Crossbow. Hit and run. Flesh and arrow. Pursuit. Paint. Flames. Stop, Drop, Roll. Righting a wrong. The soundtrack featuring John fuckin' Farnham is fuckin' 80's orgasmically fantastic. Linda Blair is perfect as the grieving sister turned badass…
Believe the trailer and you'll expect wall-to-wall primo vigilante justice, and while there's a little of that (maybe ten minutes total?) you'd be hard-pressed (or maybe just hard-up, if you know what I mean) to register anything like disappointment at the bounty of alternative pleasures you do receive: Linda Blair playing the toughest teenaged girl in the world (and not pulling it off), a dude wearing a razor blade for an earring (and totally pulling it off), the most gratuitous (and grossly misplaced) nudity in the history of awkward cinematic titties, over-the-top depictions of typical teen shenanigans like grand theft auto, gang rape, and murder-by-crossbowing-an-arrow-into-a-dude's-fucking-dick... The list is endless, and frankly unsatisfactory as an explanation of what makes Savage Streets…
By all accounts this is a terrible movie. It's also terribly entertaining. I'm not sure that the makers of this movie were in on the joke (though I have my hunches), but I'm not interested in categorizing my enjoyment anyway. It's a fun, campy, revenge exploitation flick where the characters go to a high school where they can smoke and swear, but only get in trouble when they tear a girl's shirt off. But that's okay because the girls are all taking theirs shirts off all the time.
Also, crossbows. They're great. But why did Chewbacca have one that shot lasers? That seems illogical to me.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A true guilty pleasure and cult classic. Savage Streets is a delicious slice of 80s cheese that shouldn't be missed by fans of vigilante flicks or similar films from the era. I caught this exploitation gem on a YouTube channel hosting cult flicks from many different decades. Right from the moment that cheeseball hard rock opening theme played (which almost sounds like a rip-off of Michael Jackson's "Beat It"), I was hooked.
Set in Los Angeles, much of it seems like a girls-vs-boys storyline, with the main characters being a girl group led by Brenda (played by Linda Blair of The Exorcist fame), who posses a very typical "bad girl" personality with a cocky attitude and foul-mouth. On the other…
Revenge movies always leave me cold. The suggestion that there is justice in revenge bothers me deeply, and rape-revenge movies are especially problematic. If that weren't the core of this film, I'd love it. It has a ridiculously eighties soundtrack, over-the-top performances, and a fucking crossbow. But it even ends with the characters baldly proclaiming everything was "made right" by Blair's murderous rampage. It's both appalling and stupid.
An experience like no other. Linda Blair with that terrible hair and that pumping 80s soundtrack, jesus christ. It's a decent revenge flick, in fact its probably one of the better ones to come out the 80s despite its lack of gore. Some scenes are brutal though.
brb going to get me a razor blade earring
When none of your friends have seen Savage Streets you bite the bullet and watch it again.
One of the sleaziest, trashiest, most outrageous revenge flicks ever made and I love it. Savage Streets is so ridiculously offensive that it's hard to even understand how it got made. This movie is a paragon of tastelessness, from the disgusting rape of Linda Blair's innocent deaf-mute sister, to the insane revenge murder fest that follows, this movie is balls to the wall nudity and violence. Totally unapologetic and totally Linda Blair, if you like trashy movies do yourself a favor and watch this classic.
watching Linda Blair was like enduring an embarrassing drunk aunt at a family wedding and then suffering the confusion of going home and masturbating about her.
please somebody help me.
In all seriousness this film has one of my all time favourite lines:
"Go fuck an iceberg!"
See, I told you it was a great line!
This is a shining example of exploitation cinema. For starters, it's got Linda Blair. So you know that's a bonus. There's an odd gang of rapists some of whom are way too old to be hanging around a high school. There're saucy and firey ethnic stereotypes. There's murder. Revenge. Death. It's strangely assured and streamlined for a movie of this type and better than it has any right being.
A kaleidoscope of leather, fishnet, switchblades, sneers, big hair and bad attitudes, Savage Streets takes queues from revenge classics like Ms. 45 and Thriller: A Cruel Picture and filters them through a lurid, pop-grindhouse 80s aesthetic to create a film that's far more entertaining than it perhaps should be.
With a cast including Linnea Quigley, Marcia Karr (or should I say, motherfucking RHONDA from Killer Workout, one of my favourite cinematic characters of all time) and of course Linda Blair as the likable (if not entirely believable) leader of girl gang The Satins, this film manages to eke out just enough gaudy charm to elevate it above its crass subject matter.
It would be dishonest to deny that Savage Streets…
Linnea Quigley's best performance (an unforeseeable one given the rest of her roles) and Linda Blair's... more entertaining, for the eyebrows at least. So 80s! Danny Steinmann! "Exploding Bullets"! Ridiculous takeaway message! Gratuitous shower scene!
This is a rape-revenge film with more to it than its sisters, but the greatest asset is Savage Streets' endless talent to be amusing at all times. Cheap fun, now having seen this, The Unseen and Friday the 13th - A New Beginning, I understand why the late director took his name off of The Unseen. I still like that film, but you can see the exploitation flavor radiate in neon here and at Pinehurst Halfway House. Glorious watch.
“Savage Streets” manages to pack virtually every trope of grindhouse / exploitation cinema into its tight 93 minutes. We get thirty year-old “teenagers”; gratuitous nudity; one-dimensional characters; cat-fights in the shower, an incoherent plot; ludicrously bad dialogue; appalling violence; dreadful disco dancing and electric eighties fashions. On the other hand it is fast-paced; well shot; has plenty of insane action; boasts an awesome rock soundtrack by Australian John Farnham and has Linda Blair in a skin-tight leather jumpsuit armed with a crossbow and bear traps hunting down street scum? Wow! These elements add up to a sleazoid exploitation classic. Brenda (Linda Blair) is the leader of the tough all-girl gang “The Satins”. One night, while cruising the streets of downtown…
The revenge aspect of the "rape-revenge" in Savage Streets feels dishonest and incohesive, the former of which I'm aware is a slightly unfair criticism to levy upon exploitation fare, but given how well-calculated the characters are and how briskly it's paced, the outcome feels like a letdown, especially when you put it against something similar, like Thriller: A Cruel Picture. I can't say I wasn't entertained by the kitschiness of it (particularly the costumes and music - dude's razorblade earring is fucking lethal) and the overpass scene was shocking, but I expect something a little less half-baked, with a little more of a reward from a movie that seems like it has most of the pieces in place.
In early June, 2013, my best friend killed herself.
She took a cab to the middle of nowhere and vanished,…