The year was 1984. Charles Bronson hadn’t made a Death Wish movie in two years so that meant that there were a lot of slimy punks on the street that still needed to be mopped up. Lucky for exploitation fans, Linda Blair was walking the Savage Streets armed with her trusty crossbow and ready, willing and able to carry the vigilante torch until ol’ Chuck got back into the game. Yes, Linda Blair, fresh off the one-two punch of Hell Night and Chained Heat, stars in this semi-classic as a high school student who goes on a one woman crusade against the gangs after they rape her deaf-mute sister (horror starlet Linnea Quigley) and toss her best friend off of an overpass.
I have a certain affinity for vigilante pictures so I’m just going to gloss over the various shortcomings within the piece. I don’t care if the pacing hems and haws like a geriatric trying to pinch a loaf. I don’t care if most of the side characters are as annoying as a six pound tumor on your Johnson. I don’t care if most of the action takes longer to come than an over the hill hooker. Point is that revenge pictures work because we all feel the need deep down inside to kick a little ass whenever we’ve been wronged. Movies like this tap into our innate deep seeded yearning for bloodlust and Savage Streets, when it works, does a damn fine job of it.
Director Danny (Friday the 13th Part 5: A New Beginning) Steinmann for the most part does solid work behind the camera. Although he botches a couple opportunities for genuine suspense and lets many scenes go on a lot longer than they should (That nightclub scene goes on FOREVER! Seriously Danny, did you really need to film the band’s entire set list?), when it comes down to dealing out the trashy exploitation goods (girls’ shower room scenes, blouse ripping catfights, etc.), Steinmann is a master.
There were a lot of stylish touches Steinmann did that endeared me to this movie. I especially liked the way Linnea did that little ballerina routine just before the punks pulled a train on her. It’s as if that little dance was her final moment of purity before the gang sullied her innocence forever. The
I also loved that before Linda Blair went to the all night army surplus store to buy her crossbow and dish out a healthy dose of teenage justice, it was mandatory for her to doll herself up by putting on a truck load of make-up and spraying in 2 full bottles of Vidal Sassoon in her hair. I mean if you’re going out for revenge there is no reason why you can’t look your best while doing it. Am I right, ladies?
The cast is aces and really sells this thing for all it’s worth. Blair is great when she’s butting heads with the prissy preppy bitch and even better when she’s on the prowl slinging arrows into creeps. She also looks dynamite naked in the tub and does some of her best acting there as well.
And I don’t know about you, but I love me some Linnea Quigley. Especially in this movie. Usually she plays the trashy skank ho, but in this flick she gets to show us the full range of her acting talents by playing the virginal deaf-mute. And man, this is some of the finest virginal deaf-mute acting since Patty Duke was in The Miracle Worker. Scratch that, Linnea is better because she shows off her ta-tas.
And fucking John Vernon is in the movie too. He was so great in Chained Heat with Linda that I guess they were just dying to work together again.
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