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Savage Streets (1984)

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I bought the 2-disc special edition DVD this when it first hit back in late '08 but haven't made the time to do a thread about it until now.

Writer/Director Danny Steinmann catches a lot of shit for his personal and professional behavior, the guy is undeniably sleazy, yeah, but his short filmography has him channeling any flaws he may have into his work, and its effectiveness is, I think, sort of undeniable (watch F13 pt. 5 again, that movie is mean and lurid on a level never again touched by the series).

Savage Streets, however, is on a wholly different plane of screwed up. Basic plot has Linda Blair (who apparently replaced Jamie Lee Curtis, who either bailed b/c of the film's troubled production, or because she realized how goddamn sleazy it was going to be) in the role of Brenda, a 25-year-old high school bad girl, who spends her nights strutting around Hollywood with her all-girl clique (including the token black girl who barely speaks and always lags behind, of course).
Out with her on the night of the inciting incident is her deaf/mute sister, Heather (played by Linnea "I'll do anything" Quigley).
Also cruising the streets are the Scars, a gang of greasy street punks and drug dealers led by the sociopathic and probably closeted, Jake (a fucking awesome Robert Dryer).

The Scars nearly run down Heather (an accident), and Brenda and her crew retaliate by trashing the gang's car. Big mistake. Huge.

To avenge the damage done to their automobile, the Scars decide on the equal and measured response of gang raping the child-like Heather and beating her into a coma.

Now, some of the film's promo material pitch Savage Streets as a gang war, where Brenda's crew goes to war with Jake's (an alternate Pakistani title for the film is the very misleading "5 Deadly Angels", and the downright nonsensical, "Zombie Brigade"), but this is completely inaccurate. It's a war alright, but it's very one-sided as Brenda's crew pretty much folds under the Scars violent retribution. Her best buddy getting pitched off a bridge is the final straw, and Brenda, contemplating her next move in the bathtub (the only place to do it really), decides it's time to crossbow some motherfuckers to death.

So, yeah, it's Death Wish with a female lead, 100% more group shower scenes, and topless catfights.

As one might expect, the actresses in the film are not made to be terribly interesting, and Linda Blair is honestly kind of awful, saddled with that voice that I'm convinced harmed her career along with her general lack of charisma and choice in roles. However, for the type of film that this is, she fits, and the picture moves, so no harm no foul. The Scars (Robert Dryer, Johnny Venocur, Sal Landi, and Scott Mayer) are the guys to watch, they give this movie a vicious bite, especially Dryer, who is genuinely scary and intimdating as Jake.

The infamous rape scene is ugly, but there is another scene long before Brenda and Jake's crews run into one other that is pure Danny Steinmann and involves The Scars collecting pay from a buyer. They beat on this guy and molest his girlfriend (Chopping Mall's Suzee Slater) and it's the business Steinmann has going on in the scene that makes you squirm. One of the Scars (Sal Landi), holding Slater from behind, gropes at her breasts and runs his fingers across her nipple. It's just a really uncomfortable thing to watch, and I'd give anything to be on the set when Steinmann asked for that particular action just to see what the response was.

The third act is sort of weird. Through most of it, Brenda is this real smart ass, spouting off these absurd taunts and whatnot as she lures the Scars into death traps and so on, but when she faces Jake, and there's a moment where the tables are turned, the character does a total 180 and turns into a squealing final girl. It's jarring, but not in a good way. I feel it simply doesn't make a lot of sense for the character or the scene.

As far as content is concerned, many of us have seen way crazier shit than Savage Streets, but it's the tone that Steinmann sets that really works you over. If you notice, and as strange as it sounds, F13 pt. 5 has its sweet, wholesome moments, and so does Savage Streets. Steinmann's sprinkling these bits amongst the rougher and sleazier material is no accident and it totally works.

So, reply if you care, or put it on the Netflix, whatever, I just think it's worth your time if one is interested in such things. =)
post #2 of 7
Great write-up, Johnny. I somehow spent most of the 80s not being lured in by the siren's call of the video box art.


I'm familiar with Dryer, though, as somewhat of a Cirio Santiago fixture.

While I'm pretty sure I've seen this in an aggregate manner, catching bits and pieces over several years, I'm definately going to track this down. There's been a dearth of sleaze in my viewing schedule lately and that won't do.
post #3 of 7
The John Farnham soundtrack is a thing of gloriously cheesy beauty.

http://www.myspace.com/savagestreetsrules
post #4 of 7
The two naked girls fighting for no reason in the background during the shower scene is one of the best things ever.

I'm glad I picked up the 2 disc dvd last year. It goes for TONS now. Steinmann's commentary is gold.
post #5 of 7
"GO FUCK AN ICEBERG."

If sleaze was judged as cuts of meat, Savage Streets would be filet fucking mignon. It's so gloriously over the top, like if Vice Squad and Class of 1984 had a kid with a binder full of fucked up diagnoses. Your review is spot on, Jacknife, you've basically hit all the notes you can discussing this one. I might add that this movie IS completely out of its mind. Steinmann made anything another director would make "boring" hilariously outlandish, there's not one wasted moment of unadulterated craziness here.

The Runaways' Cherie Currie almost played Linda Blair's role, which would have made it that much more awesome.
post #6 of 7
Ha ha. That was somethin' else. My friend, who has no girlfriend or wife and hence some serious money to spend on dvds and porn, actually had this. The curmudgeon would only let me borrow the thing for one night, so I couldn't get in the second viewing for commentary appreciation.

It certainly was sleazy, but it had a real professional sheen to it. So many of these things come across as slap dash, but the whole thing seemed to have a decent production quality to it. The club did have a 'shot at the local VFW' smell to it, but it wouldn't be the first time for a b-grade actioner of this vintage.

I was more squirmy than expected by the rape scene. No doubt a combination of the director's blunt courage and the fact that...


...Jesus Christ, Linnea was just a baby.

I have to say, though, the sequence in the textile warehouse(?), where Blair wastes two of the Scars was pretty entertaining. I couldn't stop smiling and laughing at the back and forth between her and and Number 2 Scar, Fargo.

"We're gonna play a game, baby. The game we got in mind is called Hide The Salami. You like Hide The Salami dontcha Brenda? All you fuckin' cunts love Hide The Salami."
"Got that right, asshole!" **Shadow-like cackling**

I really loved the moment after Red wastes himself on one of Blair's traps. She swaggeringly takes out a smoke and goes to light it, but the lighter won't strike. After about four tries she gives up and takes the cigarette back out. It looks for all the world like a blown take (she gives a fleeting nanosecond distracted look ahead), but since she didn't break and rolled with it, they just used it anyway. (Maybe the commentary mentions something about this shot.) Regardless, I loved it. One of those seat-of-your-pants filmmaking moments that somehow humanizes a character.

Johnny's right, Blair's sudden screamy about-face when Jake manages to turn the tables seems completely out of the blue. Had they downplayed the squealing helplessness it could've felt a little more like the tactical retreat it turns out to be (I don't know if I would have had the presence of mind to hustle into a potential chemical arsenal like a paint store!).

And the 80's were stuffed with principals who had to deal with scuzzy punks, but John Vernon's Zero Shit-Taking Policy was awe-inspiring. What could have been a throwaway part is raised to the level inspired mania. I shit you not when I tell you his little role jazzed me the way George Coulouris' incredible one-scene role in MR SKEFFINGTON did.
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Originally Posted by CaptainZahn View Post
The John Farnham soundtrack is a thing of gloriously cheesy beauty.
So true. My fave track:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ5865GwXuY


Some hair metal band did a cover version of that song for the Transformers cartoon movie, but it had none of the original's charm. Farnham had the perfect voice for this kind of AOR cheese, plus gotta love the "Beat It" wannabe riff (the girl gang scenes from the start of the movie are also très Beat It, if you replace the silly fake gang members of Jacko's music video with Blair trying to be the tough chick and wobbling around the mean streets of LA in a clearly braless state)

Love everything about this great trashy movie... Dryer with his razor blade earrings, Quigley playing the pure sister (lol), Vernon looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, unnecessary topless vengeance contemplation scene, etc. It's SUCH garbage.
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