Hopefully, you have not binged so much that Savage Streets is the only one remaining in your list.
Lately, many folks have been scraping the dried, salty crust of Prime B movies down past the rust in the hoops. There are some real gems with low ratings but lots of heart along the way.
This is not a gem. It is just sick enough to be simply awful unless you are desperate to see some under-35 naked women along with rape scenes, or perhaps anyone else who has revenge fantasies and a twisted sense of humor.
Somehow, the price viewers pay for the horror of the rape and murder scenes doesn't work because the revenger had a chip on her shoulder in the first place. There was no need to give her much motivation to take on the local bad boys.
Not recommended, even as a bad movie.
Savage Streets is hard core, hateful, garbage that begs for the fast-forward button. For the true bottom feeder, it would check every box:
• Gross physical violence against young women
• Nudity, fondling, fighting while nude
• Grotesque examples of poor direction and bad acting
• Old guys with New York accents in a 50's car playing 80's punks in CALIFORNIA
• Linda Blair's breasts demonstrating specific gravity and buoyancy in a bathtub
As bad as this movie is, it still fails to unseat Cherry 2000, which retains the crown of truly awful movies. Compared to other recent Prime offerings, this is a low of low with a high rating. It is difficult to understand how it could have 4+ stars on Amazon and 6.2/10 on IMDB at this time. Class of 84 was a better, but similar movie that might be a better choice if you haven't gone there yet. Attack of the 50 Foot Cheerleader didn't have the sick elements, but had plenty of the rest if you just want to combine high school and breasts.
Come to think of it, there could be some satisfaction for women that want to imagine shooting evil young men with a cross bow, so if you're in that camp, more power to you.
For some bad acting and writing, but a more immersive visual experience, good direction and great photography plus some prime exhibition of female form and some pulpy trash along the way, Brian De Palma's Femme Fatale delivers a much richer set of fare for its low ratings.
There are easier ways to be entertained.