The Pink Angels

Some films are bad to the point of being entertaining and some are just simply bad because they are just dumb and hopeless. The Pink Angels is also terribly boring. In the climax, it is rather a textbook example of the far and thus right side of drive-in trash, a film that offers neither cheerful amusement nor guilty pleasure, but rather just a catchy idea comprising a singleplain sentence extended into insipidly shot, lifeless, drawn-out dreck. On the other hand, motorcycle-exploitation films themselves are an extremely lifeless and monotonous offshoot of trash cinema, and the makers of The Pink Angels unfortunately only managed to replace typically hetero caricatures with “queers” in the lead roles, but otherwise did not in any way transform the schematic of the genre, so their whole effort makes no particular sense. Thus, even the word “effort” sounds inappropriate in relation to this artless crap. (05/12/2018)