Wild Riders (1971)

Director:

Richard Kanter

Writers:

Sal Comstock (story)
Richard Kanter (written for the screen by)

Genre:

Drama | Crime | Action

Tagline:

They took a trip on an escape machine without brakes... and ended up on the road to hell!

Plot:

Two juvenile delinquents break into a luxury house where they rape two women. They settle in the house...

Plot Keywords:

House | Exploitation | Rape | Violence | Biker

Cast

Alex Rocco	...	Stick
Elizabeth Knowles	...	Rona
Sherry Bain	...	Laure
Arell Blanton	...	Pete
Ted Hayden	...	Rona's Husband
Jax Jason Carroll	...	Stud (as Jax Carroll)
Steve Vincent	...	Neighbor
Bill Collins	...	Kelly
Gail Liddle	...	Hippy Girl in Bar
Dirty Denny	...	Bike Gang Leader
Linda Johanesen	...	Crucified Girl
Diana Jones	...	Tom's Daughter
Frank Charolla	...	Biker
Ray Galvin	...	Tom the 'Fence'
Ray Saniger

Also Known As:

Angels for Kicks

Runtime:

91 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Sweden:(Banned) | USA:R | Norway:18 (video premiere) | UK:R | Canada:18+ (Quebec) | Canada:R (Ontario)

Company:

Tudor

Trivia:

The film was rejected for UK cinema in 1971 and again for video in 1987 by the BBFC.

Movie Connections:

Featured in Dusk to Dawn Drive-In Trash-o-Rama Show Vol. 1 (1996) (V)

Soundtrack:

He's My Family

Biker Movie Without Any Bikes

This film starts off promisingly, (for sick, sick thrills) when our two main characters torture and kill Pete's girlfriend because she dared to cheat on him, and with a man who had the gall to be born with a high melanin content, no less. This is too much to stand, even for the rest of the scuzzy biker gang they are riding with, so the gang leader tells them to beat it, hit the road and don't come back, the gang is splitting up and some of us are going to California.

So, the two scuzz buckets, Pete (reminiscent of Peter Fonda's Heavenly Blue, only meaner) and Stick (he's a bit slow but lovable, for a moronic sadist), go off by themselves like some crank-addicted George and Lennie in a white-trash version of "Of Mice and Men". Out of money and desperate, our two anti-heroes take over a somewhat posh suburban home where two sisters are holed up, bickering, since hubby is away on business.

The two creeps take over the house and hold the ladies hostage, and we settle in for over an hour of what appears to be a sort of bargain-basement "Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf" on meth. Various physical and psychic tortures are inflicted upon both the victims and tormentors, as mind games galore play themselves out, until the inevitable, bloody conclusion. And since this was made during the post-Altamont era, you just know that the ending is most certainly NOT going to consist of the main characters going off into the sunset or sharing milk and cookies. Let's just say you'll never look at the cello the same way again.

A violent creep fest full of ugliness, recriminations and unnecessary cruelty. But in spite of that, I still didn't like it.

I can sum up the problem here in four words: not enough bike riding. A few more chase scenes, biker parties with naked chicks, or even a shootout with the police, and I might have gotten on board with this little sleaze fest. But, they blew it. I totally get that they had a very low budget to work with, but this wasn't the way to solve that problem. In spite of this, I give it a three since Alex Rocco puts in a good performance as a mildly retarded reprobate.