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Hell Ride (2008)

Two rival bikers gangs, the Victors and the Six-Six-Six's, refuel their decades-old rivalry.

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Cherokee Kisum
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Nada
Austin Galuppo ...
Sonny
Pete Randall ...
St. Louie
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The Deuce
Dean Delray ...
Ape-Shit
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Goody Two Shoes
Steve McCammon ...
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Lee Alfred ...
Joint
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Dr. Cement
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Opium
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Two rival bikers gangs, the Victors and the Six-Six-Six's, refuel their decades-old rivalry.

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BIKES, BABES AND BLOOD! See more »

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Action | Drama | Thriller

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Rated R for strong violence, sexual content including graphic nudity and dialogue, language and drug use | See all certifications »

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17 January 2009 (Japan)  »

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Hell Ride - Motos do Inferno  »

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Opening Weekend USA:

$100,164, 10 August 2008, Limited Release

Gross USA:

$194,287, 17 August 2008
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Larry Bishop's character Pistolero is named after the original title for Quentin Tarantino's friend, Robert Rodriguez's movie, Desperado (1995). See more »

Goofs

The word/name Deuce as shown is misspelled as "Duece". See more »

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Girl: Hey, what do those white wings mean?
Billy Wings: They're for licking virgin pussy. Red wings for licking a bleeding pussy. See that? Blue and yellow wings for licking a police woman. Green wings for licking a pussy with crabs. Purple wings... They're for licking a dead pussy... See that? Pill popping, cunt eating, dope smoking, mother fucker. But you know... in a good way.
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References The Savage Seven (1968) See more »

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Victorville Blues
Written by Harley Hatcher
Performed by Sounds Of Harley (featuring Davie Allan)
Courtesy of Amersong Entertainment, LLC and Ripp Entertainment
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A glitzy, slick, 80 minute music video cash-in on Grindhouse that captures none of the grindhouse spirit
1 September 2008 | by See all my reviews

Because that's what Hell Ride pretty much is. Larry Bishop and Tarantino partying on the Weinstein's money with the promise to deliver a movie sometime down the line. But did we really need the movie? There's nothing worse than the reheated second-hand leftovers of an old trend. And I'm not even talking about 70's grindhouse cinema because Hell Ride has none of the raw and unpolished feel of the era it purports to pay homage to. No, this is slick and glossy MTV Hollywood through and through. The old trend I'm talking about is the self-consciously pseudo-hip quirky cinematic world where Tarantino meets Guy Ritchie and Robert Rodriguez. All three guys were at least talented and found success for a reason. Hell Ride is just a second-hand copy, fickle and uninspired, polished to the max when it should be raw, the "supercool" aspect coming off forced and silly.

There's no reason for example why such a simple and utterly inane story has to be told in convoluted, back-and-forth in time fashion. It's just a post-Tarantino quirk. There's also no reason why the dialogues have to be so mind-numbingly pointless, people flapping their gums while saying NOTHING: at least when Travolta was talking about cheeseburgers in Pulp Fiction it felt fresh. Dialogues here amount to little more than pseudo-macho posturing. There's also no reason why a grating rock'n'roll guitar has to twangle aimlessly over the entire movie. Perhaps the lowest Hell Ride hits is when it tries to be quasi-existential. There's a hilarious dream/illusion scene in the desert where Bishop eats peyote and sees colours. I was half- expecting an old Indian to come out and offer nuggets of wisdom.

The only saving grace of this abysmal turd is the boobs and Vinnie Jones' monologue about his wings tattooes (and maybe some of the desert exterior shots). Now that's something I can get behind but a movie they don't make. Everything else is just an empty shell, an imitation of other infinitely more talented imitators.


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