If you like to be scared, if you like to laugh, and if you like to learn a thing or two at the movies, this absolutely cannot be missed.

I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

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.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

This incredibly shoddy 60's biker flick is a real mess. It features Ross Hagen as a man who infiltrates a bike gang called The Hellcats in order to find out who killed his brother. The plot has about as much focus as the blurry camera-work. It's all over the place. Random events sometimes happen for no discernible reason, for example, the scene where the artist and his model are attacked by bikers doesn't seem to have any relevance to anything. On the other hand, when a potentially half-interesting moment is about to happen, it's not shown at all; like when the bike race between to two gang leaders happens off-screen, wow the excitement. The scenes with The Hellcats are pretty sloppy in general and often just seem to consist of them muntering around while the psychedelic pop of the never-popular Davey Jones and the Dolphins plays endlessly in the background. The theme tune may nefariously make its way into your subconscious, so please beware. Despite the presence of authentic looking bikers, this is not exactly convincing stuff. When Ross Hagen first meets The Hellcats, he wins their respect by defeating their leader by simply pushing him over. I'm not certain that manoeuvre would've worked with The Hell's Angels to be perfectly honest but hey this is the movies eh? Our gang do incorporate some harder initiation rituals however, such as the strange limb stretching procedure so fair play but, sadly, they also have a member who goes around annoyingly playing a bugle at every given opportunity, so less respect on that score.At the end of the day this film is all over the place. The camera-work is out-of-focus and badly framed, with peoples heads often off-screen. The acting is really terrible. The story is badly put together. And the action scenes are terribly presented (you would be forgiven for not even noticing when The Hellcat leader is shot, it's so shoddily done). Overall, it wasn't all that entertaining and can only be described as a truly Z-Grade counter-culture clunker.

Army Sergeant Monte Chapman (stiffly played by Ross Hagen) returns from the Vietnam war and poses as a biker to get the goods on the no-count drug dealing Harley hounds who killed his undercover cop brother. His brother's fiancé Linda Martin (pretty blonde Dee Duffy) helps Monte out. Sound exciting? Well, it sure ain't. Still amusing and entertaining just the same? You bet. This flick is often downright mesmerizing in its mind-numbing badness. Boy, does this hilariously horrendous honey possesses all the right wrong stuff to rate highly as a real four star stinkeroonie: flat direction by Robert F. Slatzer, uniformly atrocious cardboard acting, grainy, ratty cinematography by Gil Hubbs (the queasy use of zoom-in close-ups are guaranteed to make you sick to your stomach), a plodding pace, dreadful dialogue (sample line: "Back off Six Pack -- it's too early and I'm too sober"), a hopelessly dated "groovy" 60's psychedelic rock soundtrack, sporadic outbursts of extremely mild violence, a stupefying surplus of tedious talk, a meandering narrative, and plenty of ridiculous filler (according to this film bikers love to drink all the time, dance like crazy while blasted out of their skulls, and make out as often as possible). The bikers themselves are a colorfully scruffy bunch; my two favorite cycle savages were Tony Lorea as drunken lecherous slob Six Pack and Eric Lidberg as severely addled acidhead Hiney. The motorcycle mamas are quite the collection of hotties as well, with ravishing redhead Sharyn Kinzie taking the grand beauty prize as the fiery Sheila. A genuinely good movie this most certainly isn't, but its nonetheless an oddly entrancing and enjoyable piece of jaw-dropping dismal junk.

This is the reason why some people should not make films. What can I say about this "movie?" I first saw it on MST3K, and for some reason I decided to watch it without the constant jokes. This may be even worse than "Eegah!" There is no plot. No really, there is no plot.They had some kind of back story involving a cop being killed and his brother and fiancée deciding to take revenge on dope syndicate that killed him by infiltrating the biker gang than runs dope for them. However, the interim between the ultimate show down and the intro is filled with a bunch of bikers drinking, fighting, drinking, smoking pot, being pulled behind bikes, drinking, sneaking off into the woods, and more drinking. Some how, the female bikers trust a woman (the fiancée) that they've just met enough to go down to Mexico with them to pick up some heroin (this has to be the loosest gang in history). Ultimately, there's trouble that leads the brother and fiancée to the leaders of the dope ring.Look for Ross Hagen (as someone else defined him, the budget Steve McQueen) in the main role (the dead cop's brother) and a small role for Gus Trikonis (the former Mr. Goldie Hawn, who hasn't done anything in a while) as the dope connection in Mexico.Forget trying to watch it on its own. It's not worth losing brain cells over.

Am I imagining things, or in the Moonfire Inn "party scene", did a dude lick another dude across his chest?When the police chase the motorcycles down the highway, what was the reason? Is it normal in California for the police to chase any citizen on a motorcycle leading to the chasee's death?What was going on with the blonde bimbo out in the desert? If she was a prisoner, why did she not just run away when the biker chicks arrived?Did I really see a naked woman having her "portrait" painted only to have the painting destroyed for no real purpose other than to fill up time?Dude, what was I smoking?This movie is prime time fodder if you are wasted, man! Peace!