Cycle Sluts
œCycle Sluts? is a somewhat more casual contrivance that emphasizes sex much more than violence and even contains a strong strain of improvised humor. A couple of shake-sipping chippies are picked up at a roadside burger joint by a pair of girl-hungry hog jockeys. The foursome retires (after much jagged camerawork and inaudible location sound) to the home of one girls aunt, who is reputedly away on business. The bigger of the two saddle men “ a garrulous Hells Angels type with goggles and a greasy beard “ extemporizes compulsively with the feistier gal, offering up such schoolyard witticisms as œWhat kind of material is your shirt? (Grabbing her boobs): œNow its FELT!? His compatriot is somewhat more taciturn, lighting up a spliff and getting down to business.