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"She was the bad girl and I love that," says Ken Moorewith the bright eyes and soft cadence of a boy from Tennessee. "Bigger than life and a good skater. And mean as a snake."
Moore's eyes drift across the two feet of warehouse floor that separates him from his childhood champion and boyhood infatuation.
"She's still larger than life," he says delicately, excusing himself and taking up position in the small clutch of fans who encircle Ann Theresa Calvello, the Bay Area's notorious Roller Derby Queen and subject of the recently completed documentary film Demon of the Derby: The Ann Calvello Story, which will premiere at this year's Film Arts Festivalon Nov. 11 at the Castro Theater.
"Ann skated for 50 years and she still hasn't stopped," says Murray. "She's still loud and brash and sexy and highly theatrical. She doesn't compromise herself. She doesn't allow anyone to dictate who is she, at any age."
On the dance-floor-cum-roller-rink, skaters with flickering in-line wheels and brightly colored hair twirl and glide to gut-shuddering house music, and a young woman with a bright blue streak in her hair laughingly tells her companion to "fuck off" before skating circles around him. It's unlikely the young woman is aware of the debt she owes Calvello; given her age, it's unlikely the young woman even knows who Calvello is, but at one point Ann Calvello was a superstar, as outrageous and widely loved (and despised) as any superstar produced by the modern age. Along with sold-out crowds of 55,000 spectators and a nationwide television-viewing audience, future mothers and grandmothers cheered on Calvello as she hurled epithets, beat up referees, and skated like a snake-haired Fury risen from the underworld to exact punishment. In arenas and in homes, Calvello paved the way for future wild women, and made it easier to buy hair dye in colors nature doesn't use.
"Aw, my shit stinks just like anyone else's," grouses Calvello, running a heavily ornamented hand through her short platinum hair. "The key is to love people, to treat everyone like a human being."
A preview of Demon of the Derby flickers on the screen overhead. In it, Calvello -- with her proto-Coppertone tan, white lipstick, and periwinkle-hued locks -- screams at a shrinking referee while the crowd behind her roars. A few seconds later, grainy black-and-white footage shows a teenage Calvello driving another skater into the railing, raining blows upon the "hometown" girl's head.
"[Calvello] was always best as a visitor," says fan Moore. "Then you could really hate her."
Roller derby began in 1935 as a Great Depression endurance contest, 57,000 laps -- the distance between L.A. and New York -- on an oval-shaped, banked track. Slowly, the notion of physical contact and a simple point system -- one point for every opposing team player passed -- emerged, and by the mid- to late 1950s, roller derby had hit television big, partly due to the style, bravado, and ferocious tactics of a young Bay Area honors student of Sicilian/Austrian descent who joined the sport in 1948.
Ann Theresa Calvello was born Aug. 1, 1929. She's a Leo, a fact you are not likely to forget: Lions adorn every finger; great golden lion amulets hang around her neck; cats dangle from her ears and crawl across the frames of her glasses. She has eight tattoos, all of them lions. Leos like gold and orange, and so does Calvello. Leos also like the sun; consequently, Calvello sunbathes for no fewer than three hours per day, which accounts for her off-putting but signature ochroid hue. Both Christine Murray and Demon of the Derbyco-producer Elizabeth Pikeare Leos, which accounts for Calvello's willingness to work with them -- that, and a fervent desire for some long overdue recognition.
"Some people made a lot of money off of roller derby," says Calvello. "I've been bagging groceries. Now, when I skate, people make tapes and sell them on the Internet, and the older I get the more valuable they get. It's not the money, it's the principle of the thing, you know?"
"I don't mind getting fucked," says Calvello, "but I like to get kissed first."
Pike recalls her first encounter with Calvello at a roller derby comeback game held at Kezar Pavilion in 1998. Pike's only previous exposure to roller derby had been on Laverne & Shirley, but Calvello fascinated her. Along with a lot of other fans, Pike followed the derby "bad girl" to a nearby bar, where she spent the night watching Calvello drink champagne cocktails out of a golden chalice. Finally, fortified by enough pints of cider, Pike pitched the idea for the documentary.
"All right, kid, here's my card," said Calvello, handing over a fluorescent orange card printed with a lion and the words "Roller Derby Queen."
A stained-glass lion hangs in the window of Calvello's modest San Bruno apartment, which she shares with one-time lover Billy Prieto. Golden lion-shaped knockers adorn her door. I'm worried that I'm late.