Review: Bury Me An Angel (1971)
Get your motor running / head out on the highway lookin' for a shotgun / so you can make that killer pay 1971's Bury Me An Angel comes from the Roger Corman school of cheap thrills and drive-in chills. At its core, it's a revenge picture, but there are other youth-appealing elements on the screen including shocking violence, nudity, and a titillating twist that the movie reveals in its final moments. This is an exploitation picture through and through, written and directed by Barbara Peeters ( Humanoids From the Deep ) in her first solo outing behind the camera. Because there's a woman at the helm, the film treats its salacious elements with a little more grace and artistic flair than your usual motorcycle movie. There's still skin, blood, and gallons of gasoline in every frame, but the camera is a bit more sympathetic, especially during a smoldering love scene with...well, more on that in a second. Bury Me An Angel opens with Dag (newcomer Dixie Peabody, Night ...
