A gang of bikers who call themselves Pink Angels riding their motorcycles from northern California to Los Angeles to participate in the Cotillion Ball, which we are told is a big drag event. Along the way we see multiple encounters of them with police hassling them, their fights at a diner, and some other gangs. They meet another bike gang and both of them want to use same picnic spot. I am not sure what really happens, but suddenly some women show up and then the other bike gang members are happy. Th pink Angels put makeup on the straight bikers while they are asleep after party. And in this all, we eep seeing a general who blabbers on and on about the threat posed to the United States by creeping communism and cultural decay like drugs, promiscuity and homosexuality.
The film can only be termed bizarre. There is no other way to describe this. Stereotype galore, when the pink angels are in makeup in drag at the ball, the straight bikers try to pick them up. Then a mish mash of scenes happen, and by this time I was so lost and almost asleep and angry by the sheer madness of this film. I believe the film's ending was an after thought, which actually doesn't bring any real closure. But I wonder by this time, is t here any person who's watching the film actually cares. Certainly, there's hardly any plot at all - you not only wonder what the point is supposed to be, but what audience it was intended for. It seems to be a comedy, a satire of biker films, but then why does the movie have such a grotesque ending. (0/10)
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