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Savage Streets
[Deimos]
1984; color
Directed by Danny Steinmann
Starring:Linda Blair, Robert Dryer, Sal Landi, Johnny Venocur, Scott Mayor, Linnea Quigley & John Vernon
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Forget The Exorcist, for my money Savage Streets is the defining movie in Linda Blair's career. Well, that and maybe Rollerboogie. (But that's another story for another time.) Blair, looking every bit the 25 years old she was at the time despite being cast as a high school senior, is a trash-talking, crossbow-toting badass in desperate need of a bra. Seriously, in the opening scene her boobs are pretty much the first thing we see, bouncing down the street in a tube top as she; her younger, naive, deaf-mute sister (played by Linnea Quigley, in one of her earliest credited roles); and her girl gang buddies strut through town. (Blair is the leader of the gang; if the backs of their red satin jackets are to be believed, they are called the Satans.) After a dust up with a carload of local crumb bums (a gang called The Snakes), who almost run over Quigley, Blair decides the Snakes need to be taught a lesson. So, while the boys are buying dope in an alley a few minutes later, she and the girls "borrow" the leader's wheels, a very nice '57 Chevy. The Snakes fail to catch up with the car on foot, and later find it abandoned and filled with garbage. Obviously one good turn deserves another so they cruising the local high school grounds, spot Quigley heading by herself into the gym, follow her and, while her big sis is having a locker room catfight with a snobby cheerleader, drag her into the boys locker room, rape and beat her and leave her for dead. Once the rest of the girl gang find the sister, it's payback time. Well, not right away. First, in one of the all-time most pointless nude scenes in the history of cinema, she goes thorough a bunch of introspective crap while sitting naked in the bathtub for an awkward two minutes. Then, after her best friend, who's pregnant and about to be married, gets thrown off a bridge by the Snakes, it's finally time for some revenging. Cut to Blair barely able to zip her cleavage into a black spandex-y jumpsuit. After a quick stop at the local Army-Navy store for a high tech crossbow and a nifty ankle-mounted quiver full of steel arrows, it's huntin' time. Needless to say, payback's a bitch, and Blair gets hers in spades. I also recommend checking out the bonus disc for the recently conducted interview with the MILF-ier than ever Blair, who tells a bunch of good stories about the making of the film.
—the Kommandant
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