"High school student by day, hooker by night"
is pretty much the whole high-concept of this flick about a 15-
year-old girl from El Lay who likes to go down to Hollywood
Boulevard and hang out with the geeks, perverts, pimps and
realtors. One of her friends is Dick Shawn, who likes to dress up
like a real ugly woman and threaten to hit people with his purse.
Another one is Rory Calhoun, who's just a boring old cowboy
actor. Then there's the wimp magician who stands around doing his kind of tricks, plus the landlady with orange punkola hair, and,
oh yeah, the necessary-to-the-plot psycho hooker killer, John
Diehl, who likes to make love to dead bodies and suck the yolk
out of the bottom of an egg while he's looking at a picture of
his mama and pump iron and drool and scrub himself raw with a
brush and dress up like a Hare Krishna. He starts knocking off
the friends of Angel, the little dark-haired fox played by Donna
Wilkes, but she doesn't like cops, especially Cliff Gorman,
because he's so boring. So she gets Rory Calhoun to teach her how
to fire a gun and pretty soon you can paint the streets red. Two
pints blood. Thirty breasts (figure artificially enlarged by two
shower scenes). Eight dead bodies. One motor vehicle chase. 
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