This underground Indie trash classic is a razor sharp, wacky, furious, lurid low-rent teens dreaming of the goods, and finding out it comes at a price on the dynamic and raw punk scene. The pulpy story has a striking individuality to it, although the narrative is downright messy. But this erratic style and all attitude embrace, gave it an authentic and sincere feel of someone who was comfortable and enthusiastic of what they were doing. It was like a group friends got together, and it actually was. David Markey's flexible handling of the film is rough, gritty and amateurish. Jerky editing, smoggy photography (shot on super 8) and husky sound, but still it was perfectly edgy, surreal and fearless in its depiction. It's always on the move, and settling in was an alarmingly dark vibe and scathing look of the quick rise and fall involved in fame business. Many inspired and charming spur of the moment scenes fill the short, spirited running time. The bogus script with its blunt and morbid dialogue was always a hoot, and the over-the-top performances (with Steve McDonald's sleazy manager and Tracy Lea's venomous rival band leader taking the cake) were tatty, but enticingly vivid with their variety of character portrayals. Hilary Rubens, Jennifer Schwartz and Janet Housden colourfully played the three hopefuls (Bunny, Patch and Kitty) of the punk band Teenage Lovedolls. Some profound L.A. punk musicians also got minor parts in the film. Running throughout were pop culture references, parodies and sly in-jokes on the random scene that engulfed LA at the time. Shifting in with a burning, ultra-grungy soundtrack was the Red Kross, White Flag, Darkside and Nip Drivers to name a few, and also included were some pretty neat cover songs of classic rock tunes.
A lively splash of purely bold, senseless and outrageous campy fun, which breezes by in no time and looked like it was made with the spare change that was found in the bottom of their pockets. Hell of a good time.
P.s Nice cover artwork for DVD too.
