I sometimes feel that my own progressive politics are at odds with the sort of films I most enjoy. Much of what I find so appealing about the grimy drive-in fare of the 70s is their give-no-shits attitudes towards sexism, racism and any other sort of -ism you can think of. I might (and usually do) vehemently disagree with what is onscreen, but I remain complacent – and complicit – by continuing to enjoy and revel in exploitation films despite my internal objections. But secretly I find a lot of freedom in cinema that confidently slam against the barriers of
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