Reviews of movies from my giant DVD tower, and more.
Cinema Monolith: 1/10
Badasses, Boobs and Body Counts: 3/10
Released on May 7, 1968
Directed by Herschell Gordon Lewis
Written by Allison Louise Downe, from an idea by Fred M. Sandy
Cast: Betty Connell, Nancy Lee Noble, Christie Wagner, Rodney Bedell, Pat Poston, Ruby Tuesday, John Weymer, Joanie Kramer, Donna Stelzer, Roz Cohen, Laura Platz, Donna Testa, Sharon Brown
Worst motorcycle gang ever! Herschell Gordon Lewis made a name for himself in 1963 with the release of what many consider to be the first ‘splatter’ film, titled Blood Feast. He soon earned the nickname ‘Godfather of Gore’, and having already seen two of his splatter classics (The Gore Gore Girls and the aforementioned Feast), I was curious to see how he’d handle an outlaw biker film. Would it be a blood-soaked exercise in shredded bodies and dismemberment, or would he switch gears and try to go mainstream, sticking with the conventions of biker themes and plotlines?
As it turned out, it was predominantly the latter, with a few slight moments of the former thrown in for propriety’s sake…but mostly what She-Devils on Wheels had in common with Lewis’ prior offerings was a complete lack of direction, story, acting, camerawork, editing, music, pacing, and continuity. In fact, I didn’t see a script supervisor in the end credits at all, which made me wonder if they even knew what one was.
Jeez, what a piece of crud this was. I was actually thankful that the film was presented in full-screen instead of widescreen, which meant I just had to suffer through two-thirds of the original product, instead of the whole damn thing. The story, you ask? A herd of sex-hungry biker harlots, so-called ‘man-eaters on motorbikes’, spend their days acting tough, racing each other across abandoned airport tarmacs, and getting it on with a local men’s chopper gang.
That was about it, really, until they piss-off another all-male gang, and somehow beat them all to a bloody pulp during an altercation, forcing the guys to seek revenge on the unsuspecting girls shortly thereafter. Girls, I might add, who were about as feminine as rocks, and who would rival the gay bikers in The Pink Angels for their zero sex appeal (okay, there was one girl who was kinda cute, but she was the outcast of the bunch, which actually made sense).
Not really worth your time and effort, even if you are a fan of biker films, good and bad. If anything, this was a curio at best, and a prime example of why women should not join biker gangs: if it takes two of you to put a motorcycle up on its kickstand, then you probably shouldn’t be riding one. (1/10)