Over the holiday season (Dec. 20th to be more precise), Anchor Bay Films put out a press release for a grisly rape revenge film titled GIRLS AGAINST BOYS, and it sounds very intriguing. From the description, I’m reminded somewhat of films such as I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE and SAVAGE STREETS, but with something entirely new brought to the mix, as you’ll see below.



Source: JoBlo

We’re saddened to hear reports emerging of FRIDAY THE 13TH PART V: A NEW BEGINNING director Danny Steinmann’s passing. Aside from his entry in the iconic slasher series, Steinmann can also be credited as the man behind THE UNSEEN (directing as Peter Foleg) and the Linda Blair exploitation classic SAVAGE STREETS.

Steinmann was a director who will be remembered for embracing exploitation elements like no other. Before becoming a legitimate horror filmmaker, the director cut his teeth in the world of low-budget pornorgraphy. If you’ve ever watched any of the man’s films, it’s easy to tell. Steinmann knew sex sold and packed it into his films regardless of gratuitousness. He would match his gloriously staged sex scenes only with the raw brutality of his onscreen violence. While his FRIDAY THE 13TH PART V is often derided for not having Jason as it’s real killer, the film more than makes up for it through Steinmann’s over-the-top, pulpy sensibilities. A NEW BEGINNING has more of the series trademarks– brutal kills, copious gore, and graphic sex– than any other entry. Giving credit where it’s due, it may be the ultimate FRIDAY THE 13th film for these reasons alone.

Unfortunately, it would also be Steinmann’s last directorial effort. After becoming injured in a bicycling accident, the filmmaker retired into relative obscurity. Thankfully, he re-emerged in the last decade to participate in the special features and documentaries for the DVD releases of SAVAGE STREETS, CRYSTAL LAKE MEMORIES and A NEW BEGINNING. He also made a major resurgence on the horror convention scene, as evidenced by the pic with Shavar Ross (Reggie The Reckless!) above. If nothing else, we can take comfort in the fact Steinmann got to see his films become cult classics before his untimely passing.

We salute Danny Steinmann for his contributions to FRIDAY THE 13TH and the horror genre at large. May he rest in peace…

Review: SAVAGE STREETS(1984)

Posted on 10th August 2008 by aaron in Reviews - Tags: , ,

They Raped Her Sister…And Killed Her Best Friend…An Eye For An Eye

I’m not sure where to begin.  For a while now, I’d been hearing about this flick from the boys over at Deadpit for months now so when I saw it down at VSI, I just had to pick it up.  I mean, Linda Blair (The Exorcist, Chained Heat), how can you go wrong, right?  I wasn’t disappointed.  This flick had it all: Violence, Babes, and Bad Guys.

The movie starts by introducing us to two gangs, the not-so-violent Satins (Linda Blair, Linnea Quigley, Lisa Freeman, and some other bit players), and the more-violent-than-the-Satins Scars, a bunch of regular, convertible driving, leather jacket wearing assholes.  While the Satins are walking around in the city for a ladies night out in the town Brenda’s (Blair) deaf and mute sister Heather (Quigley) wanders out in front of a ’57 Chevy, unable to hear that it’s coming. (In response to Horror Yearbook’s Molly Celaschi, what it means when they say Heather is a deaf-mute is that she’s both deaf and mute, a real shitty combo if you ask me.) Brenda pulls her sister out of the way before the unswerving Chevy mows her down.  As the car skids to a halt, Brenda notices the occupants as a rival gang, The Scars.  Looking like a bunch of leather-clad dumbasses, we’re introduced to Fargo, Jake (the leader), Red, and Vince (the pussy of the bunch).  Jake asks if Brenda wants to go have a good time and Brenda more or less tells him to go fuck himself.

Later, while The Scars are beating the shit out of some d-bag, the ladies find their car unattended and decide to take it for a little joy ride (caaaaandyyyyycaaaaannnne, wait, wrong joy ride), leaving it smashed into a dumpster with a fuckload of trash inside it.  Needless to say, the boys are pissed.  Later, while showing up at The Satin’s school to beat the shit out of that d-bag again, Red happens to spot Heather and convinces the boys that it’s time for a little payback.  Red starts talking all nice to Heather, really layin’ on the smooze.  While this is going on, we get a good ‘ol “girl’s shower/locker room scene” with boobies flyin’ everywhere while Brenda and some slutty chearleader start bitching back and forth at each other.  Meanwhile, back in the gym, Red tries to lay the moves on Heather, but Heather tries to get away, only to find her way blocked from all sides by the rest of the Scars.  They drag her into the bathroom and then the movie get’s REALLY fucked up.

Ok, so, let me preface this with the fact that this is Linnea Quigley pre-boobjob so when the boys rip her clothes off and go to town on her, it really looks like they’re going to town on a little girl.  FUCKED UP.  What makes it BACKWOODS HORROR FUCKED UP is that while all this is going on, a crazy girlfight starts happening in that boobalicious locker room.  I mean, what exactly were the filmmakers trying to go for here?  One second, hot steamy girlfight, the next, a rape scene that wants to make you puke; WHAT THE FUCK!?  Once the boys are done, Jake kicks Heather in the head so hard it knocks her into next week; the girl’s comatose.  The Satins, finally noticing that Heather’s not around decide to look for her and find her sprawled out naked and bloody on the bathroom floor.

The next entanglement occurs at the local watering hole which confuses the hell out of me because it doesn’t look like these “highschoolers” are drinkin’ RC Colas.  They’re dancing around and having a good time when, of course, the asshole Scars have to come in.  On the way back from the ladies room, Francine (Freeman), one of the Satins, gets grabbed by Jake who proceeds to start feeling her up and tossing her back and forth to one of the other gangmembers like a hot potato.  Some guys rush to her rescue but get their asses kicked and Jake turns around only to find that Francine has pulled a knife and slashes the shit out of his face (actually, it’s just a little cut, but from the way he whines and moans, you’d think she cut his face off).

Well, this doesn’t go over so well with the Scar boys.  Now they’re out for blood.  One afternoon, while Francine is walking home, alone, the Scars catch up with her and start to chase her down.  She makes her way to the top of a bridge, but she’s cut off by that ’57 Chevy and the guys on foot.  Well, Jake just goes fucking apeshit and picks her up, holding her out over the edge of the bridge.  Vince has been having some morality issues and freaking out ever since the rape incident with Heather and he pleads with Jake to stop.  To no avail as Jake, crazed look on his face, tosses her off the side of the bridge, killing her as she splatters all over the pavement below.  Vince flips out and takes off.

Vince finds his way to the hospital where Heather is staying and makes his way into her room.  He starts laying off the waterworks, talking about how it wasn’t his fault, how Jake made him do it, etc. etc., and he would’ve continued being a wuss except that he’s interrupted by Brenda.  Brenda slaps him around to try and get some information out of him, but doesn’t get too much other than he was involved.  Later she makes her way to his house, tricking his father by saying she’s there to do a school project with him.  Once upstairs though, she pulls a knife and threatens to cut him wide open if he doesn’t spill the beans, which, he does, of course, because he’s a pussy.

Then things REALLY get good.  Brenda decides that to best act out her revenge, she’ll need to wear a black, skintight outfit zipped only halfway up, for ventilation, I’m sure.  I’m not going to spoil how she goes about getting her revenge, but needless to say, she does kick a decent bit of ass while delivering the B-movie standard quotient of bad one-liners.

The Deadpit boys didn’t let me down.  This really was a fun movie to watch (except the rape bits, that was just…jeeez).  There was plenty of action, plenty of violence, and plenty of boobs.  The gore was a little on the low side with not enough of the red stuff for my taste, but for an action/rape/revenge flick, SAVAGE STREETS did a pretty good job.  There are some plot holes and subplots that never go anywhere, but if you’re like me, you’re not watching this movie for its brilliant writing.  It makes no qualms about what it is.  I’d definitely say go check it out!  A new 2-disc collectors DVD is going to be coming out September 23rd, so save your pennies kiddos and mark your calendars, because this is definitely on my list of recommended viewing (if only for the fact you get to see Linda Blairs bodacious boobs in a gratuitous bathtub sequence).  Check it out.

Linda Blair Tub Scene After The Break…