Superstarlet A.D.

(Lipstick, lingerie and a huge automatic weapon; what more does the girl of the future need?)

Every once in a while a piece of celluloid comes along so delightful and depraved that it catapults itself to the status of cult classic instantaneously. The last film that did so for me was Vegas In Space. Velma and I enjoyed that drag-o-licious Barbarella-meets-Ocean's Eleven so much that we threw a wild theme party in its honor. Seems kind of fitting since the film was originally inspired by a fabulous party thrown by a bunch of wacky drag queens in San Francisco back in the '80s.

Well, I think we may have unearthed our next must-see for the Jenkins family film archives. Superstarlet A.D. is an estrogen-filled mash-up of Mad Max and Faster Pussycat Kill Kill. John Michael McCarthy's cinematic delight is set in a post apocalyptic future in which women have divided themselves into gangs based on hair color. Men have devolved into Cro-Magnons, forcing the ladies to turn to each other for love and affection. Blondes have nearly become extinct and lipstick is a treasured and rare commodity. Since there are no more gay men in this frightening future world, there's no one left to design dresses. Therefore, the women are all forced to run around in their underwear. It's like a sexy society populated with nothing but Marsha's.
The storyline revolves around Naomi, a beautiful brunette who disregards the class lines of this futuristic society by taking the blonde Rachel as her Sapphic sister. The two embark on a quest in the lost city of Femphis to find the ancestral burlesque film of Naomi's grandmother. Along the way, they come into conflict with the various competing tribes: the lethal blond Phayrays; the buxom brunette Satanas; and the fiery red Tempests.

The heads of the respective tribes are simply wonderful. The lovely leader of the Phayrays looks just like porn legend Traci Lords. The Satana's voluptuous boss has an uncanny resemblance to Carnie Wilson of Wilson Phillips fame. During hear insane songs, the Tempest's boss lady reminded me a great deal of Ana Matronic from the Scissor Sisters.

This films got it all: bawdy burlesque; manic musical numbers; s&m; blow-up dolls; lingerie; automatic weapons; jacked-up wigs; t&a; hot high heels; and more. It may not technically star drag queens, but you'll swear these girls went to Drag-O-Rama University. Add it to your personal collection today!

Smooches,
Daph