A girl is caught in a drug bust and sent to the hoosegow. The iron-handed superintendent takes exception to a skit performed by the girls and takes punitive steps, aided by the sadistic ... See full summary »
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The two goons who worked for Pierce Crabtree were Peter Fain and a hulking guy only known as "cupcake". Apparently, they worked as bodyguards in real-life for Martin Scorsese back in New York and to this day, Jonathan Demme still has no idea how they made it to Arkansas to the filming location. See more »
When Len Skeritt gets up from the scuffle at the construction site, he puts his hat on, but when he walks over to grill the "security expert", he's seen putting his hat on again. See more »
[Tom almost lunges towards Starr]
No, man, cool it. I came here to talk to you. They're coming after you. You got no chance. If I were you, I'd pack up and get out of town.
Well, why should I pay attention to you, asshole?
I don't really give a flying fuck what you want to believe. I've said my piece and I'm getting the hell of here.
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Henry Fonda should have been--appalled, that is--with his counter-culture son playing the hillbilly-vigilante-avenger who goes after the eee-vill mining company in Jonathan Demme's Fighting Mad.
Peter Fonda got off to an interesting start with Easy Rider, but it didn't take a lot of acting skill to cruise around on a Harley, stoned out one's gourd, so he wound up doing junk like this for producer Roger Corman.
I'm not going to give a synopsis of this thing, lest I start thinking about the time I wasted watching it. I just wanted to warn you 70s action fans out there to steer clear of Fighting Mad the next time Fox Movie Channel shows it. For the life of me, I can't understand why they chop up other movies for broadcast, but they slapped a TV-MA on this one because . . .
Hearing a couple "f-bombs" and seeing some boobage so helped advance the story. Don't get me wrong, boobs are just fine and a couple "fungoos" don't offend me. It's the fact that having the love interest of Peter Fonda scold him not to go out there and get hisself dead while airing out her mommy parts after sex isn't worth my time.
I must be getting old. In 1976, I would have elbowed my best friend to make sure he was grooving to the boobs on screen, the orangey blood being spilled, and the bad words that the three networks would hack out for broadcast.
Now, I look for things like originality, dialogue, depth and breadth of visuals, and intellectual stimulation. You know . . . the stuff you would never find in anything like Fighting Mad.
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