Joe's a regular guy, and all the cool kids dig him the most. Stop by Joe's pad and you can blow a reefer, fire up in the mainline, or get an abortion on the kitchen table at the hands of a liquored-up quack that owes ol' Joe lotsa favors. After you're thoroughly strung-out on the hard stuff, Joe'll steer you into a life of prostitution, blackmail, and armed robbery. And oh yeah - if you're a girl and you wanna "join the club," you gotta have sex with five of the hardcore male members, or else no jitterbuggin' and boogie-woogie and dope and good times for you! I was a little surprised to see how graphic this was for 1954, but director Robert C. Dertano pulls out all the stops for GIRL GANG, a pulpy piece of anti-drug propaganda that manages to fail altogether in delivering its political message. Fact is, life at Joe's pad is a gas. What's more fun than a place where you can dance and hook up and get high and never worry about tomorrow? Where all you've got to think about is how much of mommy and daddy's money you can blow on heroin and lipstick and garter belts? Tie me off and let that piano player find his groove, 'cuz we gonna blow the roof off this muther!
Review of Girl Gang
