Woodyanders Review of Satan's Sadists

Satan's Sadists (1969)

A pleasingly nasty'n'scuzzy piece of low-grade biker trash from the always reliable Al Adamson

[8/10 · 27 July 2007]

This fabulously fetid flick may very well be the foulest, most offensive and utterly insalubrious hunk of disgusting biker exploitation junk to ever ooze its vile way onto celluloid. In fact, if this wonderfully rancid cheeseball was any more slimy and abhorrent, the negative would probably have fungus growing all over it. A thoroughly despicable gang of cheerfully repugnant Harley hounds led by a deliciously hammy Russ Tamblyn kill old geezers Kent Taylor and Scott Brady. They incur the wrath of take-charge, no-nonsense Vietnam veteran Gary Kent, spike a group of young girls' coffee with LSD and rape 'em while they're tripping, and generally conduct themselves in a rather distasteful, anti-social and unruly manner which could be most politely described as somewhat lacking in proper decorum. The remarkable Regina Carrol really ignites the screen with her searing portrayal of Tamblyn's delectable motorcycle mama Gina, "the freak-out girl" (Carrol's slutty tabletop dance at a grungy diner rates as a definite highlight). Future schlock movie director Greydon ("Without Warning") Clark also scores with his offbeat turn as Acid, a doped out of his skull biker whose brain has become irrevocably addled due to the ingestion of far too many sunshine tablets. Fellow future schlock movie director John "Bud" Cardos likewise impresses as Mohawk-sporting Native American biker Firewater. Gary Graver's chintzy cinematography captures the assorted sordid antics in all their ghastly glory. The opening credits theme song "Satan" smokes in no uncertain terms: "I was born mean/By the time I was twelve I was killin'/Killin' for Satan". This inarguable sludgewad masterpiece was made by the late, great Al Adamson, who also blessed us with such choice nickel'n'dime drive-in dross as "Dracula vs. Frankenstein," "The Female Bunch," and "Death Dimension."