“All exploitive art should look like it’s been knocked up at 5am by some wasted bum who once had talent but is now seriously on the slide.”

Wings Of Death


Not a movie, this one, nor a Dark Side cover; Wings of Death is simply concocted up from my twisted imagination and done for fun. I know you’re probably thinking “Hell, it doesn’t look like much fun to me!” but don’t worry; the pterodactyl’s fly over the girl, take out the high priest and p*ss off back to Skull Island. The hot chick leaps from her perch and spins her way down a mango tree thus becoming the first Paleolithic Age’s first pole dancer. Soon she’s the proud owner of a sleazy club which does brisk business until someone invents ping pong balls and opens a more perverse club down the road!