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Xzavier 2022-03-23 09:02:25
Pure feeling without meaning.
Based on Cherie Currie, the lead singer of the runaways of the last century rock band, it is headed to Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart, and the feeling of feasting is indescribable. The two loli finally put on the deviant rock armor, sex' drug' rock' Stripper' alcohol' all kinds of motorcycle...
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Allen 2022-03-24 09:02:26
Talk about madness and great ideals
Great ideals don't always come to great people, but they must come to crazy people. But madness can also be divided into inner madness and madness ignited by ideals. The latter dares to break the shackles, while the former always has genes that break everything in its bones. In this film about the...
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Kim Fowley: Dog shit! Urine-stained dog shit! Rock 'n' roll is a blood sport, a sport of men. It's for the people in the dark, the death cats, the masturbators, the outcasts who have no voice, no way of saying "I hate this world, my father's a faggot, fuck you, fuck authority - I want an orgasm!" Now, growl! Moan! This ain't women's lib, kiddies - this is women's libido! I wanna see the scratch marks down their fucking backs! Now, do it again. Again. Like your boyfriend just fucked your sister in your parent's bed. Like you want a fucking orgasm!
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Joan Jett: No man, I like "Airplane" better. "Jefferson Starship" sounds like a fucking Disney ride or something.
Cherie Currie: My mother's gonna kill me. She's gonna take a gun and kill me. Don't you guys have any kind of curfew?
Joan Jett: Nah, my dad split. He was the strict one.
Cherie Currie: Yeah? Mine left, too. Well, he didn't really leave, ah, he was kicked out and replaced.
Joan Jett: Do you take the garbage out now?
Cherie Currie: Yeah. Well, me and my sister.
Joan Jett: Yeah, me too.
