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Absolutely the worst movie.

A movie that not only functions as a solid scarefest but a razor-sharp satire.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

After a grueling race with the grand prize being a beautiful motorcycle, one of the losers named "Tony" (Michael Walker) decides he is going to get that bike not matter what it takes. So that night he sets up a trap on the road which the winning racer, "Danny" (Jeremy Slate) has to take on his way home. Sure enough, as Danny gets to a certain point Tony and his friends ambush him and proceed to beat him into unconsciousness. A little later Danny wakes up and finds that his new motorcycle has been substituted for the one driven by Tony. But as it so happens, Tony makes a big mistake that same night when he drives up to a gas station where a motorcycle gang just happens to be frequenting. They beat up Tony and the leader of the gang by the name of "Tampa" (Adam Roarke) takes the motorcycle. Not long afterward Danny drives up and discovers from Tony what happened. Danny then proceeds to drive out to where the motorcycle gang is camping and then gets caught while attempting to steal it. After beating him up the Tampa decides to reimburse Danny by giving him one of their women in exchange--and subsequently knocks him out again. When he regains consciousness he finds the woman named "Cathy" (Jocelyn Lane) sitting around and the two of them set out to find the bikers. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that, although it certainly had some good action here and there, it lacked the necessary realism for me to take it that seriously. Likewise, I didn't especially care for the ending that much either. For those reasons I have rated it accordingly. Average.

Hells Belles started off pretty adequately, and as it went along it turned out to be one of the better biker pictures I've seen from AIP. It probably wont be remembered much years from now, and one reviewer who said it's much more like a B-western than anything else was correct (though I've yet to see Winchester 73), but it's a couple of notches above other fare that was offered during the period. It helps that the producer/director, Maury Dexter, was a professional at making this kind of picture, and is actually a pretty decent storyteller given the elements. That he boils everything down to mostly essentials makes the picture work, and while I wouldn't say his work rises the script above its more predictable territory, he does find what he needs to have it not go off the rails. First of all, this is not some mindless film where the plot is buried under lots of scenes of partying and inane music. If anything, the kind of stubbornness on the part of the two main male characters- played perfectly to type by Jeremy Slate as the cowboy Dan and Adam Rourke as the lead biker Tampa- helps push the film along in a good direction, and rarely does the story flap around in the breeze. The soundtrack is also above average for this kind of ultra low-budget B-movie, where the repetition is neat and well played, with some good beats and rhythms put to the action scenes. Granted, the viewer will know how this will boil down, in a Western-style show-down between two hard-pressed men wanting each by some kind of pre-destined movie-fate. But there are moments that come up that are unexpected too, little pieces of dialog that are not written poorly or to some low-common denominator. It's not that it's very realistic, either, but little passages are more believable than other AIP movies I've seen. One little moment I liked is right before said showdown, where Rourke has some last words with a fallen biker bitten by a rattlesnake. Or the typical but charming interplay between Slate and leading lady (less than great) Jocelyn Lake. Hell's Belles, in the end, is really not totally the typical biker movie- there's not a lot of drugs, not much of the bikers hassling the locals (minus the gas station scene, one of the funniest in the film), no cops, and lots of open Arizona desert adding to the enclosed/open atmosphere. It doesn't really aim for much, but then the filmmakers and the cast now that well enough for it to be a good show, and a very respectable B-side to the Midnight double-feature DVD release (the A-side being the Wild Angels). Lots of bikes, cool fights, simple supporting cast, not bad at all.

Hell's Belles is nothing more than a story about one biker stealing a motorcycle from another, who in turn gets it stolen by a biker gang, who is turn is chased down by the biker who got his bike stolen in the first place! Sounds exciting right? Not really. grade-school fight scenes, a biker gang that doesn't smoke, drink, or even wear leather jackets! Biker-film pin-up boys Jeremy Slate and Adam Roarke are the leads, but their acting is cheesy and wooden. However, the bright spot of Hell's Belles is the beautiful Jocelyn Lane. Hubba! Hubba! Miss Lane runs, screams, cries, rides a motorcycle, falls off a motorcycle, wearing a mini-skirt and boots. Blonde, tan, and built! The biggest farce of this film is how both Slate and Roarke are more in love with a prize bike, then the shapely Lane. How unreal can you get. I'd rate this stinker a 2, but I'd rate Miss Lane a 10. Hell's Belles!

I missed this when it originally played, but 30+ years later seeing it for the first time I'm very impressed. This is a biker film that anyone could enjoy, despite one's feelings about that genre. Imagine an old western where Bob Steele or someone like that wins a horse race on a horse that he has raised from birth and devoted his life to. After the race, a crook with a lot of money who came in second in the race offers to buy Bob's horse, but Bob won't sell at the ridiculous price offered. So the crook steals Bob's horse, and then Bob goes on a mission to get the horse back (wait a minute, that IS the plot of an old western serial from 1934, LAW OF THE WILD, I thought is was familiar). Transplant that plot into a biker realm, with Jeremy Slate in the lead role, and you've got HELL'S BELLES. His nemesis is played by the late, great Adam Roarke (who actually steals the bike from the guy who stole it from Slate!). Slate is always convincing, here taking what could be a two-dimensional character and turning him into a complex, three dimensional man with a fascinating back-story, someone about whom we care. The same can be said for Jocelyn Lane, as the woman with whom he is involuntarily teamed. They hate each other for much of the film, so in a way you have a biker version of THE African QUEEN, but once her real story comes out she is quite fascinating. Ms. Lane made a number of fine films in the 60's--TICKLE ME with Elvis, BULLET FOR PRETTY BOY with Fabian Forte, and some European genre films (wow, until looking her up on the IMDb, I didn't even know she was European!!) I'll have to dig out my copy of WAR GODS OF BABYLON. The Arizona photography on this film is excellent, the shots are beautifully composed, and director Maury Dexter has an excellent sense of pacing. His work at AIP in the late 60s is much underrated. MARYJANE is excellent, and YOUNG ANIMALS was very much ahead of its time. I gave this film a "10" rating, which I hardly ever do, because it don't think it could be improved upon. It took me into its world and kept me captivated for 90 minutes. For me, HELL'S BELLES is one of the definitive biker films, even if it is basically a western in biker garb. Highly recommended!!