I recently bought the Al Adamson blu-ray collection, and this is the first one I started on. It was sleazy exploitation of strong independent women who hate men. The movie is told through a flashback from the P.O.V. of Sandy, a waitress who keeps falling in love with the wrong men. After attempting to kill herself, her friend Libby (Get it? Women's 'Lib') introduces her to a group/cult of women who live on a ranch, where no men are allowed. Eventually, Sandy wants out and tries to help a man that wondered on to the ranch. The other women want him dead. Will they survive? If you like trashy grindhouse films, you might enjoy THE FEMALE BUNCH!!!
The Female Bunch
1971
Action / Crime / Drama / Western
The Female Bunch
1971
Action / Crime / Drama / Western
Plot summary
An all-female gang living on a ranch gets involved with a pair of bikers.
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Silly Sleazy Grindhouse Fun!!
Grubby sleaze flick
THE FEMALE BUNCH is another trash-tastic sleaze flick from indie filmmaker Al Adamson, who never let a lack of quality and expertise get in the way of him churning out Z-grade flick after Z-grade flick. This one's set in the desert, where a gang of female runaways run drugs and generally abuse men in their own vindictive ways. It's a tawdry effort regularly punctuated by bursts of violence against male supporting stars (including Russ Tamblyn), although Adamson's emphasis appears to be on sweaty couplings and nudity. Saddest of all is the presence of an aged, ill and tired Lon Chaney Jr. in his final-ever role. His voice is gone and he's regularly necking vodka straight from the bottle, and it's a sad way for any star to end up (and just as sad as the fate that befell his fellow Universal icon Bela Lugosi a couple of decades before).
No way to end the battle of the sexes.
Interestingly enough, this view of misandry is written by men and directed by one, Al Adamson, a Z grade grindehouse sleaze fest with a bunch of embittered females who run a ranch where the intended target is the unsuspecting men who like naive flies crawl into their web. The initiation to become a resident of this house of harpies is to agree to be buried alive which is followed by a bunch of other initiation rituals to prove they've got what it takes to be a part of these alleged feminists who don't have a clue as to its real meaning.
The film is told in flashback by the sweet Jennifer Bishop, from her ill-fated relationship with an untalented Vegas club singer to her attempt to get out. She's rescued from her suicide attempt by cocktail waitress Regina Carrol, a rather rough looking female who makes Sylvia Miles seem classy. Once she's at the ranch, she's drugged up and basically raped by another one of the women, a disgusting scene with no point other than to titilate dirty minds. The only smart women are the ones told to leave because they don't pass the test. These females are also repulsive racists, truly vile as they verbally anniahilate a Mexican man they encounter when they go to Mexico.
The presence of Russ Tamblyn and Lon Chaney Jr. is a sad statement on their careers at this point, although Chaney died before this came out. The film only goes to show the hypocrisy of the director who used a serious theme to create an ugly view of that social issue. There's absolutely no point to this other than to exploit violence and show women in various states of undress. This is one of those films too that will challenge the viewer to even make it through half an hour of the film, let alone the full 80 minutes.