I could see how someone could see this as a catastrophizing of the loss of a high trust society & resentment at untamed youth, but what that perspective fails to capture is how lustful the camera is towards these girls. That's where the tension lay with this movie. How can we be so repelled by these girls' behavior but so enamored with them as their demonic brattyness continues to escalate. Their girlish chaotic unpredictability is clearly the object of fascination for the audience. Beauty that feels too fragile to touch. Sondra Locke in particular is a straight DMT elf in this.

I'll almost always champion the unique power in underproduced outsider films, and here I find something throbbing with potency but it feels like a curse on humanity that might need to be stopped. I wouldn't even call this 'technically rough' or 'amateur' because it's as though Roger Watkins wasn't filming a traditional movie. It has an acrid mission that doesn't care about that stuff. Like a channel leaking threats from the scattered Manson demons going mask-off with humanity. 'Sleaze' feels too benign.

Watching this made me feel like I was disappearing.

The most shocking thing about this movie is how cute it is.