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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.
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.
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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…
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
Linda Blair eyebrow-raises her way through one of the most forced performances I've ever seen in this tonally oddball rape revenge flick. It's a strange thing to behold, as the film is technically well made and features some great performances and readings from the rest of the cast, including a criminally underused John Vernon ("Go fuck an iceberg!" being the best the film has to offer).
Blair just plain doesn't belong here, no matter how hard she tries. Her character is supposed to be a high school badass, but she looks and acts more like an unhip mom trying to hang with the kids. When her big scenes of…
Savage Streets is damn fine 80's trash cinema. Linda Blair is super-fetching. Linnea Quigley is present, which is all it takes when it comes to the Quigs. Of course I am always always always a sucker for this era and specifically this era of Los Angeles (and New York, actually). So blah blah blah, I loved it.
Hyper gnarly punk exploitation that revels in primal sex and violence, creating a miasma of hairspray, semen and blood that's as revolting as it is hypnotic. Would go great on a double bill with its Canadian cousin, CLASS OF 1984, but might actually play dirtier in that it robs its central woman of hope, creating a deranged, crossbow-wielding killer. Mean stuff.
Code Red won't ship to Canada so, fuck you guys, tried to do it your way, I'm watching this on youtube.
Probably for the best, it's not that good. Oh, it delivers what it promises, which is Linda Blair as a gangsta girl who goes on a crossbow killing spree to avenge her raped sister, but not before making sure she teases her hair out to maximum volume and makes sure John Farnham songs are playing all over the soundtrack and she passes Chekov's Bear Trap being sold on what appears to be Hollywood Boulevard.
The heels are total creeps, there are girlfights in the showers, and John Vernon turns up as the kind of hardass high school principal who…
This was bad.
Delirious eighties trash, a gender-swapped Death Wish with an even more questionable moral compass. It takes a little while to get to the Linda Blair in a catsuit shooting people with a crossbow glory but it's worth the wait. Until then time is passed by the antics of the most psychotic high school bad boy gang ever and by Linda and her friends looking like they've just finished recording a particularly risqué Pat Benatar video. Just in case the whole thing didn't reek enough of clamshell case VHS rental fodder John Farnham performs the soundtrack, including a nude bath scene for Linda for the simple reason there haven't been any boons for about ten minutes. Mark Kermode can keep The Exorcist, I'll have this one.
This sleazy piece of exploitation from the vhs-era, starring Linda Blairs boots, has'nt really aged well. Or possibly it was quite bad back in the eighties and I was too dumb to see it. But it's still enjoyable, at least if you grew up watching this kinda stuff morning, noon and night. I did.
One of the reasons I don't have any tattoos is because I can't think of a defining image I to permanently place on my body. After tonight, the decision has been made: John Vernon's face as he tells a 35-year-old razor blade-earred punk to "go fuck an iceberg."