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. . . or great grandparents relate survival stories from the 1960's well knows, back then America's streets were congested with motorbikes circling like sharks to swoop in on comely lasses and speed them to the nearest bordello. Most if not all of the potential boyfriends had been wasted in foreign wars or dodged the draft in Western Siberia, leaving the distaff population unprotected in distress. That's why those born between 1946 and 1952 are known as "The Lost Generation," as depicted in THE YOUNG RUNAWAYS. Most likely, there's fewer than a dozen such survivors alive and kicking Today.

. . . offerings in the Crime Pays series from the 1900's. It comes from the same studio that was constantly distorting World and American History in feature films, picturing the losers as winners, the crooks as philanthropists and hopeless bigots as the Enlightened Righteous. This motley crowd's Crime Pays series was carefully crafted to instruct fraudsters, public menaces and other malingering miscreants in the basics of ripping off unsuspecting honest people. The sort of cancer hot spots depicted here still surround major American cities Today, filching the limited funds of hard-working citizens for so-called "miracle cures."

. . . in which almost nothing happens. For instance, the filmmakers only had enough cash to gas up Jimmy's 1971 Chevelle for half the shoot, so after four days they edited the script to contrive an excuse to reseat J. J. on a motorcycle. Furthermore, the top-billed actor was paid by the word, so he was given just a dozen of them. Finally, the editing budget was a pittance, which is why the number of starlets--shown only in a few possibly purloined poor quality purported newspaper photos--keeps fluctuating between three and four. Go figure.