Baked potato flicks; so bad they're good, depending on the mood. I'll go first, of course.
DARKTOWN STRUTTERS, dir. by William Witney (if it matters?), 1978.
Shameless piece of blaxploitation featuring three hot mamas on sweet custom tri-cycle motorbikes--color coordinated to match their dynamite outfits--who, with the help of a local all male gang, deal justice on a racist Colonel Sanders-type chicken baron who keeps a dungeon beneath his plantation house. During one sequence, within the villain's subterranean cell block, our heroines come across the soul group The Dramatics--signaling a break in the action while everyone dances to the Dramatic's live performance of What You See Is What You Get. Then they just, like, leave them there, rotting in the chicken baron's dungeon.
Swear I ain't making this up.
DARKTOWN STRUTTERS, dir. by William Witney (if it matters?), 1978.
Shameless piece of blaxploitation featuring three hot mamas on sweet custom tri-cycle motorbikes--color coordinated to match their dynamite outfits--who, with the help of a local all male gang, deal justice on a racist Colonel Sanders-type chicken baron who keeps a dungeon beneath his plantation house. During one sequence, within the villain's subterranean cell block, our heroines come across the soul group The Dramatics--signaling a break in the action while everyone dances to the Dramatic's live performance of What You See Is What You Get. Then they just, like, leave them there, rotting in the chicken baron's dungeon.
Swear I ain't making this up.