Pink Angels (1976)

"Look boys, I'm a hot dog!", 1 January 2009

I've got nothing against movies that are a bit offbeat, weird, or even bizarre – in fact, the obscure usually attracts me. And Pink Angels is certainly one offbeat, weird, and even bizarre movie. The plot (or what there is of it) involves a group of gay bikers headed to Los Angeles who run afoul of a band of Hell's Angels types and a straight-laced military type. Unfortunately, Pink Angels is also one incredibly bad movie. Just because something is different doesn't make it good. Nothing about this movie is least bit entertaining. It's supposed to be a comedy, but I didn't so much as smile – let alone laugh. Some might say it's a product of it's time, but I can't imagine anyone with a pulse in any decade finding this stinker worth watching. The over-the-top gay stereotypes aren't funny. For example, there's a whole sequence involving candelabras and champagne at a picnic with grubby bikers. Funny? Not at all. And the subplot involving the General is just plain old stupid. Weak production values, bad acting, and one pointless scene after the next only add to the misery. I've given Pink Angels an extra point for curiosity value, but that's the only reason. My recommendation – don't waste your time.

2/10