Absolutely amazing

Instead, you get a movie that's enjoyable enough, but leaves you feeling like it could have been much, much more.

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

C.C. Ryder (Joe Namath), a motorcycle mechanic, is a somewhat reluctant member of an outlaw biker gang known as The Head. By accident, he meets a fashion photographer, Ann McCalley (Ann-Margret), and saves her from the other members of his gang. C.C. falls for Ann, but realizes he'll have to leave the gang if he is to win her over. C.C. enters and wins a dirt bike race, giving him the funds he needs to strike out on his own and pursue Ann. But gang leader Moon (William Smith) doesn't see it that way. He wants C.C.'s money for his own and goes after Ann to prove his point. C.C. will have to defeat Moon if he is to be free of The Head.Given its relatively poor online reputation, I'm as shocked as anyone by how much I enjoyed C.C. and Company. The movie just clicked with me and worked quite nicely. Director Seymour Robbie may have been mainly a television director, but I felt he handled this transition to film very professionally. C.C. and Company is well-paced with plenty of sight gags and fight scenes that work as intended. For example, the scene where C.C. steals the dirt bike is really cleverly handled. The shot of him towing the dirt bike behind his chopper was a real kick. As for fight scenes, the fight between C.C. and Moon in the creek is really well choreographed and filmed. It's a solid action piece. Robbie also manages to throw in some menacing set-pieces, none more so than the kidnap of Ann. Again, nicely done.The acting in C.C. and Company is also a highlight. I wasn't expecting much from Namath, but he gives a reasonably competent performance. In a lot of scenes he's not asked to do much more than sit on his bike and smile, but when challenged, he's more than capable. Ann-Margret is Ann-Margret and gives the performance you expect. The chemistry she had with Namath seemed natural and easy. The real star for me, however, is William Smith. He plays Moon as a hulking, menacing presence capable of snapping at a moment's notice. He's always struck me as a wonderful actor and, here, he really gets a chance to shine. As I said near the start of this, I enjoyed C.C. and Company more than most. I was entertained throughout and that's all I ask of a film. A solid 7/10 from me.

In only his second feature as an actor, NY Jets quarterback Joe Namath had already developed an easy screen presence with a combination of aw-shucks smiles and mild, almost polite line-readings--which, ultimately, causes him to seem out of place here as a member of a motorcycle gang who make their home in the Arizona desert. After rescuing fashion magazine journalist Ann-Margret from being molested by two of his mangy compadres, Namath gets on the wrong side of psychotic gang leader William Smith (strutting around like a prize rooster). But Namath is too decent and well-mannered to be involved with these goons in the first place. He isn't above making love in the dirt with one of the broads from the gang--and, in the amusing opening sequence, he helps himself to a sandwich in the aisles of a supermarket--but "bad company" Namath is not. Tacky, noisy wheeler wants to please its core audience, which is to say it wants to be all things to degenerates of all types. Written and co-produced by Ann-Margret's husband-manager, Roger Smith, the movie was intended to show off the star to a new generation after a period of decline but, miscast or not, it's Namath's picture. He's a good guy even when he's hanging out with the bad guys. *1/2 from ****

"C.C. Ryder" (Joe Namath) is a motorcycle mechanic who has recently joined a motorcycle gang that calls themselves "The Heads". He is both wild and confident and this makes the leader of the gang named "Moon" (William Smith) a bit insecure. As a result, when C.C. saves a rich and attractive woman named "Ann McCalley" (Ann-Margret) from being raped by two members of the gang it causes tension within the group that Moon doesn't quite know how to address. Even worse is the fact that Moon's girlfriend "Pom-Pom" (Jennifer Billingsley) seems to be attracted to C.C. as well. And as his popularity increases Moon becomes more and more unsettled. Now, as far as the movie is concerned it's possible that some people, who weren't around when this movie came out, are missing the appeal it had to those of us who were. Essentially, Joe Namath was an extremely popular personality during this time and his fame increased exponentially after he boldly guaranteed that his underdog New York Jets would beat the heavily-favored Baltimore Colts in the Super Bowl. Unlike so many athletes today he proved true to his word. So his decision to star alongside the beautiful Ann-Margret seemed rather sensational at the time. And even though this is clearly a grade-B movie he doesn't do too badly here. At least, I don't think so. Be that as it may, I should probably warn viewers that there are several different copies of this movie out there (for various reasons) and I strongly recommend the original 94-minute version--if for no other reason than the fact that it flows much more smoothly. Again, while I don't consider this to be a "great" movie by any means I still found it quite enjoyable and for that reason I rate it as slightly above average.

Joe threw the biggest bomb of his career and unfortunately it was intercepted by the viewers. This wasn't the stupidest film I've ever seen, but close. It wasn't the poorest performed, but mighty close. It was awfully close to being the most boring experience of my movie career; even Ann M. couldn't help in that area. Smooth Joe just didn't come off as an Hell's Angel type, he's just to nice looking. And that sandwich building crap at the beginning...what amateurism. Get half drunk with some buddies and maybe this stumpwater will be palatable. Maybe.