Director: Larry G. Brown
Writer: Margaret McPherson
From: Cult Cinema
A gang of gay bikers is headed down the coast to a drag ball in LA while a demented militia leader is planning a siege on the US.
The titular “Pink Angels” are a 6-man motorcycle gang who are all gay. THE END
I’m not exaggerating as much as you think I am. That one sentence is both a summation of the plot of the film and the entirety of the gag. “Hell’s Angels, but gay.” You’d think you’d have to do more than just that to get funding let along a cast and crew, but apparently not in 1972.
Oh, don’t forget the racist gags.
The weird militia plot only pops up every twenty minutes or so with the leader doing some skit. There’s no real connection until the very end of the movie when a biker gang that the Pink Angels pranked earlier pick up the Angels, failing to recognize them because they’re in drag, and take them to the party that turns out to be at the militia man’s house.
Each scene lasts forever and, like many of these movies, if a song comes on in the background, the scene goes until each and every note has been played (if you’ve paid for the song, might as well use the whole thing). The whole thing is interminable and I just wanted it to end. And then the final shot is all the Angels lynched! Fuck this movie.
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