A hitchhiker along the Californian highways is wary when a biker gang pulls up beside him and tell him to climb aboard. He does so, and presently they stop at a diner some way along the road where they all order food and soft drinks, but the hiker is somewhat nervous especially about the way they jostle him. However, he is even more perturbed when the bikers start making moves on him and it suddenly dawns that these men are gay! Their new passenger cannot get away fast enough as the six hairy homosexuals start a food fight...
Well, here's a thing, very much part of the biker movie craze sparked by Roger Corman with The Wild Angels, only in this case with a gay twist. That development is by and large played for laughs, with Margaret McPherson's script (her only) unwilling to engage with any of the more serious issues that might have arisen from such an unusual group of characters, all of whom are indistinguishable in appearance from the bikers in more conventional exploitation flicks. In their personality, however, it's very much the camp stereotype we're offered.
They are not so lucky when their countryside picnic is interrupted by a far more butch, heterosexual gang, but they manage to divert their attention by providing them with prostitutes from a local bar. There is a plot here, though it's so casually assembled that at times Pink Angels resembles a collection of random scenes on a gay theme, the result feeling undeniably bizarre. Adding to that disorienting quality are the inserts of an army General who is part of a crusade against what he sees as deviants, as far as it's possible to make out anyway, and this sets up the serious downer of an ending.
Was that last shot supposed to be funny? Or an Easy Rider kind of sobering up for the audience? As with much of this film, it's very diifficult to tell what the method in the madness was, if indeed there was any at all, but the six actors playing the title characters seem to be game and up to anything the script demands, so you do warm to them and their swishy antics. Among those hijinks are dressing up the rival bikers with makeup and ribbons as a prank, which makes them furious and swearing revenge, although this does not end up as you might expect. For much of the time the humour is of the "I'm homosexual - isn't it hilarious?" variety, yet this is such a strange concoction that it does keep you watching, however disbelieving you are. The soundtrack consists of hippy-dippy rock obscurities.
