Kansas City Bomber

BACK STORY: I broke my ankle at skating the other night. In three places. I jumped up and landed badly; my foot folded underneath me. I don't believe I heard it snap... Anyhow, I need surgery: a pin and a plate but they won't operate until the swelling goes down. Maybe tomorrow... which means that tonight will be my third night here. My ankle hurts. Morphine helps.

So, watching hilariously bad B-Grade Movie called Kansas City Bomber. It stars Raquel Welch as a sexy (yet easily bamboozled) '70s Roller Derby star. Her introduction into the Portland Loggers heralds a team destroying over haul of the team. At the moment I'm watching a scene with hilariously obvious stunt doubles... Impossible to see their faces as they all do this Cousin It thing where their hair hangs down over their faces while they're fighting. Also, this movies has some of the most awful kissing ever caught on camera - a bit TOO visceral for the movies, catching a glimpse of the tongues in the process of grappling with one another. Ewww.