the Pink Angels

This was a shocker! Holy shit.

As you know, the Flying Skülls are making our way through every biker flick in history. This endeavor even includes watching homosexual satire biker flicks, too.

The Pink Angels came out in 1972 after the biker genre had peaked. By this point they had started mixing genres to attract new audiences. Horror-biker, femme-biker, Nam-biker, black-biker...and ultimately once they'd ran out of options...gay-biker.

The Skülls were skeptical, but the film was funny as fuck. It couldn't be denied. In many ways it was identical to all the other flicks of the era. 90% of the film had bikes in it, there were fake mustaches, horrible edits, poor audio synching, a campy script, shit acting, a paper thin "plot", a desert love-in, swastikas, sexism, sub-par rock music, everything you'd want. It had all the hallmarks of a great/horrible traditional biker flick. Except the six protagonists were flamers.

Honestly, it was hilarious. We loved it. Better than a lot of the "serious" flicks we've seen from that era. But the ending...holy fuck! I won't mention what happens...but we were all pretty shocked and perplexed.

I consulted my books on the biker flicks (yes, I have more than one) and they didn't offer a whole lot of insight other than it was the Director making a comment on how the counterculture of the 60's was treated by the establishment. It's a bad trip, man.

Anyway, I totally recommend tracking this down.