Watching movies, making rude comments
This has so many of my favorite things: violence, go go boots, random making out, lunks, cleavage, fast cars, leather, powerful women, shimmying, tight clothing, queer subtext, destroying men. This is cinematic joy.
The ending is always a disappointment. You'd think Russ Meyer of all people would let the hot ladies win instead of mousey brown hair and milquetoast man. But oh what a fine ride to get there.
When this film first came out, I was living in Oakland, traveling most places by bike, and had recently broken up with yet another white dude. Every spot in this film was some place I frequented (except for the Marina, because, come on). The bike I rode back then even looked like Jo’s (I rode fixed, because I’m a real one). They even dress like I dressed!
This film still hits hard. I think SF (I eventually moved to the…