Kind of a lesser effort, though still notable for having a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World-esque setup and no fewer than three tough female characters (including a blind, fighting grandma). The dragon missile is a fun weapon, though not quite as viscerally exciting or goofy as the guillotine. Why don’t they just duck or stay close??

Perversely mostly of interest in 2018 not for its dated second-wave viewpoints, but for the wealth of 42nd St. arcade and theater footage that it uses to make them. As exploitative as many of director Bonnie Sherr Klein's tactics surely are (manipulating its primary subject's views and making so many false equivalencies), there's no denying the power and anger present here.

I wonder how this would've turned out had it been made just a year or two later, after video and AIDS fears wiped out the live and theatrical market that were some of the biggest targets of Klein's ire.

Who’s Afraid of Catherine Woolf?

Was somehow not expecting this to be Cruising for horny straight dudes.