A mythic motorcycle tale of father and son", this is the story of Manuel Galloway, also known as "the King of Cali", the president of a motorcycle club whose members are all African-American men, mostly white-collar workers who exchange their suits and ties at night and on weekends for leather outfits and motorcycle helmets. The focus of this story takes place at an annual drag-racing event in Fresno, as Manuel tries to retain his championship title. Written by
Actual motorcycle clubs were on the set to aid with tricks, stunts, and racing. They include Valiant Riders, Black Sabbath, G-Zer Tribe, Ruff Ryders, Soul Brothers, Total Package, Chosen Few, Rare Breed, Brothers of the Sun, Sisters of the Sun, Deuces, and Black Sabbath New Breed. See more »
No tattoo artist in their right mind would have a client stand freely, especially in such an awkward position, as the girl getting her boyfriend's name is. The body is likely to move or jerk. Securing the body against the back of a seat or lying down. See more »
You still think you got enough heart to race me?
Shit I got enough heart to prove you aint half the man you think you are.
Why don't we do that then. One thing though... If I win, you quit. No hustlin'. No racin'. No bullshit.
Now why would I stop racin', you seen what I can do.
Don't mean shit without the crown. I'm the King of Cali, baby. Me. Smoke. These are my terms; I win, you quit. You want the ride or you scared?
I want the ride.
But I don't wanna do it here. Let's do it in front ...
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Ending credits roll with pictures of motorcycle clubs that were on the set. Credits end with the quote "Burn rubber not your soul." See more »
8 bucks that should've been saved for gas money...
To begin with, I wasn't expecting really much from the film at all. More or less, I anticipated a "Fast and the Furious" with motorcycles. However, even to those expectations, the film falls way short. I was given the rather EXPECTED mediocre plot and cast of stereotypical characters; in addition to, the rather UNEXPECTED monotonous action sequences and poorly coordinated/directed stunts.
While I spent 90 minutes wondering why these "hardcore" street racers had chromed-finished, colorful, graphic-designed bikes that looked like they were ready more for a show than any race, I kept watching these races that felt like the bikes were going 25 mph rather than the 200 mph their speedometers were reading. Each of the ~ 5 races in the film are pretty much exactly the same, and the final race is, to say the least, predictable and lame. I won't even begin to discuss the 'realism' of any of the races because I don't believe the movie is to be taken that serious in the first place...which is unfortunate.
The verdict? Its a shame to say "save this movie for a rental night", because a movie of this nature should have only been appreciated on the big screen.
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