As a lonely country kid growing up in West Virginia I spent most weekends watching Night Flight and eating cereal. Night Flight was my first real exposure to punk and/or anything purposely alternative to my isolated rural life. After watching Times Square one night, the image of Nicky Marotta (the cool half of the Sleez Sisters!) would hotly possess my brain as my first girl crush. She was such an authentic punk delinquent that I was convinced she was not acting. I hoped the cameras had just followed her day to day to document her incorrigible vitality and sexy sassafrass for this film.
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