No, it’s not a women-in-prison flick, but if you’re looking for some sleazy laughs, you can hardly do better than CHAINED GIRLS, a minor classic of unintentional comedy. It is an alleged expose of lesbianism that probably seemed out of date even when it came out in 1965. Today, it’s a riot.Shot in B&W, this very un-P.C. documentary follows around a pack of allegedly real “dykes” as they lark around with one another while smoking cigarettes and acting ultra-butch for the camera. Meanwhile, a hopelessly strait-laced narrator unloads a continuous barrage of highly dubious statistics (did you know that one-third of single female college grads are lesbians?) and absolutely risible commentary that would have made Dr. Freud fall out of his chair: “Many fathers have often made the mistake of telling their daughters that they wish they’d been born a boy instead of a girl.” (Presumably, they also often make the mistake of telling their sons they throw like a girl.) This is all presented as an educational experience for the viewer, but once you see these girls rolling around on the floor with one another in their underwear, it’s quite clear what the filmmakers are really up to.
I don’t know what audiences got out of this movie back in the mid ‘60s. Maybe people really did just sit there in doe-eyed innocence at lines like, “Quite often, the boundaries of female homosexuality are so vague that women slip into lesbianism without realizing they’re lesbians.” It’s all topped off with a hopeful note, as we’re told that lesbians can be “cured.”A laff riot, I tell you. And I bet you didn’t even know that “lesbianic” is a word.