| Stephen Jacques | |||
| Nanci Sheldon | |||
| Cristy Beal | |||
| Parker Herriott | |||
| Julie Conners | ... | Edwina (as Julie Connors) | |
| Dennis McKenna | |||
| Ron Fisher | |||
| Drucilla Hoy | |||
| Walter Robles | |||
| Buddy Arett | |||
| Justin Wells | |||
| Joe Stead | |||
| John Talt | ... | Aubrey |
Directed by | |||
| Neil Douglas | |||
Writing credits(in alphabetical order) | ||
| Buddy Arett | story | |
| Peter R.J. Deyell | writer | |
| Lee Stone | writer | |
Produced by | |||
| Buddy Arett | .... | associate producer | |
| Peter R.J. Deyell | .... | associate producer | |
| Joe W. Grace Jr. | .... | executive producer | |
| Michael Rae | .... | producer | |
| Walter Robles | .... | producer | |
Original Music by | |||
| W. Kenberg | |||
Cinematography by | |||
| Greg Lewis | (photographed by) | ||
Makeup Department | |||
| Peter R.J. Deyell | .... | makeup artist | |
| William Munns | .... | makeup artist (as Bill Munns) | |
Second Unit Director or Assistant Director | |||
| Peter R.J. Deyell | .... | assistant director | |
| Michael Rae | .... | second unit director | |
Sound Department | |||
| William Munns | .... | sound mixer (as Bill Munns) | |
Stunts | |||
| Michael Rae | .... | stunt coordinator | |
Camera and Electrical Department | |||
| Carol Howard | .... | still photographer | |
| Bradley Lane | .... | assistant camera | |
Other crew | |||
| Linda Groswirth | .... | assistant to producer | |
| Rosie Haynes | .... | titles | |
| Val Jansen | .... | assistant to producer | |
| Pam Poulsen | .... | assistant to producer | |
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A strange and subversive film, SINNER'S BLOOD is entirely deserving of substantial cult fanfare, yet remains slighted four decades after it was first brought forward. There's evidence of brains and balls adumbrated by the thin-dime production of this chiefly garden variety biker picture...the subtle mark of distinction is its illusive, gentle raise of the middle-finger toward ultraconservative American attitudes and mores fostered by religious guilt.
Some softy sex and obligatory lesbiana is on-hand to keep things lively, and what...the...HELL is that ending all about?? To spoil it here would be entirely inappropriate, but I will note that it's a quixotic conclusion so random that nobody could ever see it coming...I'm still unresolved on my feelings about it, as it's perched on a frustrating median between unparalleled conceptual bravado and punishable hornswoggling stupidity.
6/10