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The gang war of the sexes!
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.
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
Rape & revenge ochentero y urbano como mandan los cánones: institutos conflictivos, peleas de féminas en las duchas, Linnea Quigley de sordomuda violada y una macarra Linda Blair como su vengativa hermana.
Linda Blair goes to high school in Hollywood with a bunch of 30-year-olds with East coast accents. After joy-riding one night in a Cadillac stolen from the local gang, The Scars, her mute sister is raped as "retribution" by the thugs. It's all pretty despicable and the filmmakers decide for some perverse reason to intercut a scene of brutal sexual violence with a concurrent scene of half-nude cat fighting in a girls' locker room.
The film then spends its next hour alternating between depictions of The Scars' sadism and filler classroom scenes that feel like they unfold in real time. Seriously, we get a lengthy dissertation on a poem that reads in full:
Punk is dead…
I'm glad my feelings for Linda Blair don't affect my opinion on this great exploitationer...Has way too many positives going for it, and I still dig her in this...
Lots of action, cat fights, and some really warped male gang members...Cool soundtrack to boot as well.
Now "Go Fuck An Iceberg!"
John Vernon ruled!
Gang movie starring Linda Blair, who mostly acted in trash like this during the 80's.
The only girl that got raped was the only one that wore a bra.
"Too bad you're not double-jointed."
"Because if you were, you'd be able to bend over and kiss your ass goodbye!"
I love this exploitation/revenge flick. Linda Blair kicks ass, John Vernon plays his usual slimy dickhead character, Linnea Quigley is a mute, and the music rocks.
After watching The Exorcist (1973) earlier I decided to have a bit of a Linda Blair double bill by following it up with Savage Streets. It should go without saying, but these are two very different films. Personally, I thought Linda Blair was a little miscast in the role - but that may be because I associate her so strongly with her character in The Exorcist, and understandably she can't keep playing the innocent little girl role. Still, seeing her leather-clad and badass is a little disconcerting. Otherwise, this is a fairly standard rape-and-revenge film, albeit with an excellent soundtrack.
The most terrifying scene in the whole movie is the chipmunk faced Linda Blair's "deeply reflective" scene stark naked in a bathtub.
I still suffer PTSD because of it.
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