Werewolves on Wheels

If ever a movie should be retold this is it. Distributed by the aptly name Dark Sky Films – apt because all the night shots were so dark that I couldn’t tell what was going on. It is kinda like trying to watch scrambled porn while wearing super dark sunglasses. Something interesting is happening, but you just can’t tell what it is. On the plus side, your imagination gets a chance to run wild for about 35 of the 85 minutes. This doesn’t count the time trying to figure out the ending.

The reality is this film is at least a mildly entertaining B-movie exploitation film.

The Devil’s Advocates (no Keanu Reeves sissies here) are a rough and rowdy biker gang. You know this because they beat up people and ride loud motorcycles. The gang travels around and eventually decides to stop off at the local Satan worshipping church for some R&R.

After indulging in copious amounts of wine and bread the bikers pass out. The Satanic church’s leader then performs a ritual hailing Satan and kills a black cat. During the ritual one of the biker chicks, thankfully the one with the nicest breasts, gets naked and dances like a chicken with her head cut off. The bikers wake up and, true to their rowdy selves, beat up the monks and take their girl back.

The next night a couple bikers get killed, I think. This is where the extended period of near black starts up. The best I can tell is that one of the bikers is a werewolf (assuming because of the tittle) and each night kills another member or two.

The bikers get mad, drive around some more, pick on a gas station attendant and burn some old cars. Ominous signs are present all around them, including a bird that seems to hover around. The psychic biker can see these things.

Mostly this film is about the bikers just driving around being bad asses illustrated by their actions and hard talking dialogue such as, “It’s the one thing I got, balls” and “I can’t sleep after so much sex.” You see! They have balls and excessive sex! Told you they were bad ass.

Unfortunately, werewolves are almost non-existent, unless you count guys with lots of arm hair. There are plenty of those. I was needless to say, disappointed in the title of the film. It was expecting something much greater to come from such an audacious in your face name.

At least I learned Satanic rituals turn people into werewolves, not getting bit by another beast.

Snore Factor: ZZZZ

IMDB 1971