The Jezebels is a film released in 1975.
In the United States the film is also known as Maggie’s Stiletto Sisters, Playgirl Gang and Switchblade Sisters.
But it was marketed in other countries under various other monikers.
My personal favorite being the German version…Die Bronx-Katzen.
In my mind I imagine Germans saying it with a little stank on it…
the sort of stern, austere pronunciation you’d expect to hear from an east German dominatrix.
But I digress.
The cast of The Jezebels includes Kitty Bruce (Donut), Monica Gayle (Patch), Joanne Nail (Maggie) and Robbie Lee (Lace).
The Jezebels is pure grindhouse.
An exploitative export.
Conceived in the oneness of isolation and committed to film.
A garishly gonzo carnival that would make Hunter S. Thompson smile.
The plot centers around a rough and tough gang of inner city girls.
One girl has a eye patch.
It’s very West Side Story.
The filmmakers give exacting attention to even the smallest details, getting everything right.
Greatness is always found hiding in the details (I try remind myself).
The random flashes of lights.
Like cigarette burns.
Peppered through out the film.
Deftly shooting across the screen in a flash.
but reflecting the aesthetics of an entire genre of low-budget drive-in movies.
The cinematic forefathers for an entire generation of filmmakers.
Shaping their tastes and informing their vocabulary.
A parenthetical aside…
I watched The Jezebels thinking the actress Robbie Lee was also on Little House on the Prairie (as Laura Ingalls Wilder).
I conflated Robbie Lee with Melissa Gilbert.
Back in the 70’s Gilbert (aka Laura Ingalls Wilder) was as American as apple pie.
The poster child of purity.
A wholesome, freckled faced (probably Republican) little girl in a sun dress…
holding hands, skipping through fields of daisies.
Beamed into our living rooms every week.
Beloved by grandmothers everywhere.
She looked like little birds helped her dress every morning.
So yeahhh…the thought of her in this film made me smile.
I admit it.
So shoot me.
When I was in high school I would actually sign up for junk mail. It didn’t matter what it was: newspapers, magazines, anything. I’d get at least three free newspapers every day that I would never read. I’d just collect them and store them in boxes. I loved getting junk mail. It made me feel…important.
And then a couple of years later I discovered aromatherapy and things got better for me.