As sharply incisive as it is entertaining, Jack Hill’s Switchblade Sisters is the rare grindhouse joint that fully lives up to its reputation.

The acting is so bad that apparently none of the performers ever got another job in the movies, and the costumes in Ben Hur seem less dated that those on display here.

This is a film with all the itchily sweet passion of a Shangri-Las anthem, cranked up to full volume.

Switchblade Sisters for all its goofiness, is a film with some surprising depths.