2 Years Old!

So yesterday was Silver Emulsion’s 2nd anniversary. I started it up on April 12, 2010 and have been going strong ever since. It’s more fun than ever and I have no plans of stopping any time soon. I have far too many ambitious ideas and projects to get through before that happens.

I don’t have anything witty, funny, or touching to say about the day, but I will say this: Thanks for stopping by and reading a review (or two, or three, etc.) I really appreciate it. I know there’s a shit-ton of movie review blogs out there, so I’m always happy when your search for “NUDE BARBARIAN MOVIES” or “DRY HUMPING GRANNIES” points you here.

Looking forward into Year 3:

  • I hope to be fairly close to finishing the long-running project of reviewing all of Empire International/Full Moon’s films. I haven’t counted but I think by this time next year I should only have a few left, plus any new arrivals.
  • The chronological Shaw Brothers project will also continue to be in full swing, as I make my way into the luscious 70s. Oh man, there is such a wealth of great martial arts films ahead of me there. I want to get those Clockwork Orange things to hold my eyes open and watch them all at once!
  • The off-and-on Sam Fuller project will continue as well, and if I can stick to it, perhaps I can rip through the rest of his movies this year. I just find that I want to savor his movies rather than devour them, so most likely I’ll only end up watching two or three.
  • I have many other projects I’d like to start (Godzilla, Jackie Chan, JCVD, Pedro Almodóvar, the list goes on) but I think they’ll have to wait till Year 4 unless I’m able to slowly sprinkle them in. We’ll see.

I can’t think of anything else to say, so thanks again! If you like the site, feel free to spread the word!

Uncle Jasper reviews: The Pink Angels (1971)

The Pink Angels (1971)

Starring John Alderman, Tom Basham, Robert Biheller, Jackson Bostwick, Karen Bouchard, Dan Haggerty, Joe Hansen, Bruce Kimball, George T. Marshall, Henry Olek

Directed By Larry G. Brown


I do not claim to be an expert on homosexual outlaw biker gang movies, but if Pink Angels is any indication, I can safely say that they are an acquired taste. Pink Angels is sometimes on uppers, sometimes on downers, but almost always stoned to the bone. It’s really difficult to put a finger on a film that paints its characters as twisted, stereotypical caricatures while at the same time elevating them as weird, but cool, counterculture icons. I can’t tell if this film was made to protest, embrace, document, or lampoon gay culture. All I know is that despite its sloppy mediocrity there is definitely some kind of bizarre, rogue force looming beneath the surface, trying desperately to say something worthwhile.

The film is very loosely strewn together by a main plot which attempts to follow the bikers as they make their way down the coast, freaking out squares, cops, and the military on their way to a drag-queen convention in Los Angeles. Nothing is that simple in the world of cinema vérité though, as the film careens off course about a dozen times, working all kinds of bizarre tangents, subtle (and not so subtle) innuendo, and pointless exploitation into the mix. If there’s one thing I can guarantee with Pink Angels, it’s that you will never know what it’s going to throw at you next. One moment we have the fellas squirting bottles of mustard and ketchup at each other during an impromptu food fight at a highway fast food restaurant, and at the next we have a gay man raped by a sex-crazed woman and left to fend for himself in his underwear on the side of a road. Whew!

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