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I don't have all the words right now but this film is a work of art.

Admirable film.

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

Master exploitation filmmaker Herschell Gordon Lewis tries his hand at the biker genre that really took off the following year with "Easy Rider". Here he gets fair results, with a screenplay credited to his then-wife, Allison Louise Downe. It functions more as a series of bits than a real story, and overall it's kind of mild. Those people expecting the fireworks produced by his renowned gore films will be disappointed.The Man-Eaters, the all-female motorcycle gang depicted in this non-epic, are never terribly threatening or much of a danger to society. Mostly they love to recite poetry, help themselves to an assortment of studs, and race. One of their number is Karen (Christie Wagner), who joined a while back despite the objections of her boyfriend Ted (Rodney Bedell). Their "mascot" is a sweet faced, upbeat gal named Honey Pot (Nancy Lee Noble). And the official leader of the gang is the swaggering Queen (Betty Connell). They cause trouble for themselves when they rumble with a male gang led by Joe-Boy (John Weymer).We do see the aftermath of some rather nasty violence, but the only hilarious bit of gruesomeness comes from a decapitation near the end. The movie offers some fun, but it never reaches the lunatic heights of HGLs' best known work. This viewer can see why some trash lovers - even those who are fans of HGL - might consider it boring.The acting is pretty rough and amateurish, but the performers are entertaining enough to watch anyway. Connell does have some charisma, and corpulent Pat Poston some screen presence.This is lesser HGL, but even lesser HGL is not completely without entertainment value.Six out of 10.

The worst movie I've seen in a while...and the most entertaining!! While there is nothing really great about this film from the acting to the plot, it's insanely amusing! This is another film that falls into the 'It's so bad that it's good' category. You think the theme song is bad? Wait till you get a load of those 'Maneater' vests! They look like a gang of 9 year olds made them! The plot is almost too simple to even be called a plot. The sex and violence are so fake that it's embarrassing. As usual in these kind of youth-sploitation films, the bad ass teens are totally laughable. With all that said...I still found this movie extremely amusing to watch and I actually enjoyed every minute of it!! It's one of those movies that I'm sure I'll enjoy more each time I see it! So bottom line, when I say it's the worst I've seen in ages, what I really mean is that I loved it! Now go out and watch it!!!

This supposedly hot and crazy exploitation film about a group of very sexually obsessed female bikers turns out to be not nearly as crazy and wild as you might think. While these ladies talk non-stop about sex, they never really get around to doing much of anything--even though they supposedly see men as having one and only one purpose and that's to serve their many, many sexual needs. Plus, for sex-crazed bikers, they sure aren't very sexy and many look like they can barely drive their motorcycles. When they are having a race, the fastest bike looks to be doing about 30 miles an hour--wow, THAT'S crazy, man! I also like how a couple of the ladies actually drive a moped! What wild chicks! What she-devils!!! This film was the product of one of the all-time worst film producers, Hershell Gordon Lewis--one of only 3 or 4 directors that can possibly be worse at his "craft" than Ed Wood, Jr.. His movies are usually so bad that they are silly and very watchable for their camp value--and this one is no exception. The acting is strictly amateurish (at best), the song at the beginning is completely flat and the overall look is that of a home movie with a lot of friends mugging for the camera. It's bad folks...REAL bad! But therein lies some of its charm--making it a great film for a party, so you and your friends can laugh at its ineptness.Considering that EVERYTHING in the movie revolves around sex, it's amazing how little the film actually says or shows. Heck, you could almost show this film to a Sunday school class--even if you don't remove the severed head scene! Again and again when they are cursing, it turns out to be like Ralphie from A Christmas STORY--you know, when instead of the f-word, he says "Oh, fuuudge"! So, it's a pornographic and violent biker film with no skin, no cursing and silly violence (when present at all)! It's always pulling its punches and there is much more implied than explicitly shown or stated.Look carefully during the "sexy" shower scene--you can see she's wearing a bathing suit! Also, while this movie was entertaining, I sure would have loved to see John Waters' perennial stars, Edith Massey and Divine, in the film as biker ladies--it would have really, really improved it immensely and helped this movie to reach even greater heights as a cult film.By the way, I want to end with a bit about my rating of 2. By any objective measure of quality (except one), the film is just awful--terribly written, horribly acted, indifferently directed. So aesthetically, comparing it to other movies is like trying to hang a velvet Elvis painting in the Louvre. However, I must admit that despite being a giant pile of dung, the film sure is fun to watch and so I'll give it an extra point for watchability (sort of like a train wreck, by the way).

***SPOILERS*** ***SPOILERS*** Ahh...It would be no exagerration to liken "She Devils On Wheels", an epic HG Lewis tragedy, to the writings of Shakespeare. It is quite possibly the "Godfather of Gore"'s masterpiece, his "Hamlet" and his "Romeo and Juliet" in one.The plot revolves around the Maneaters, a gang of motorcycle riding women, bent on smashing their gender roles, treating their menfolk like slaves and riding hard on 'the strip' (they may ride hard but certainly not fast... the girls' bikes move at a leaden, snail-like pace - no doubt a sly metaphor to represent that although the girls may appear to be riding fast, their lives are, essentially, going nowhere). There are many deep-running conflicts within the Maneaters, too complicated to go into here in full detail, but most notably the feud between leader Queenie and fairly recent member Karen is the one that creates the most tension. It's obvious that Queenie is jealous of the younger, more glamorous Karen and when Karen keeps winning the Maneaters' races, Queenie decides to put her in her place with a scene easily as devastatingly powerful as anything from Shakespeare's "Titus Andronicus". Karen, it seems, has fallen in love with one of the 'Studs' (a group of highly inbred-looking 'men' that the Maneaters keep at their shack as sex slaves) and when Queenie finds out, she ties him to the back of Karen's bike and issues the ultimatum - either Karen rides across the strip with her lover tied to the back of her hog, or Queenie rides across the strip with Karen in tow! As the bewildered Karen drives across the strip, her lover turning to a bloodied pulp in gruelling detail, I swear there isn't a dry eye in the house. It tugs at the heartstrings, readers, let me tell you that... Christ, I'm choking up just writing about it.As the plot unfolds from this pivotal scene, a rival gang, led by the evil misogynist Joe-Boy, get into a fierce argument with the Maneaters over who owns 'the strip' which escalates into a war of violence, betrayal and eventually, murder in clearly a homage to Shakespeare's Montague/Capulet feud. What makes it more complicated is that one of the male gang's brothers is Karen's ex-boyfriend who still holds a flame for her and is heartbroken to see her throw her life away with the Maneaters. As I say, we're talking a seriously tangled web of complexed, strong emotions here - the parallel to the Bard's work is especially hammered home as a variety of scenes are delivered using poetry and verse. Whilst Shakespeare will be forever renowned for his masterly sonnets, Lewis prefers to use the more unorthodox, less highly rated poetic technique - the limerick. Witness one Maneater recount a slightly modified version of a classic, as Lewis pays tribute to great limericks of a forgotten age - "There was a young girl from Calcutta / Who covered her (cough cough) in butter / She thought it too greasy / But it slipped in easy / It's a trick that she learnt from her mutha"... ahh, the greats.Despite being rife with stark imagery (who can forget the sight of the seemingly endless footage of the girls "trippin'" down a single carriageway at 30mph in a zone clearly marked 55mph?) and clever, sharp dialogue ("We ain't no daisy pickin' broads, we're the Maneaters!"), Lewis' film is ultimately nihilistc, carrying a very dark tone as it explores the fractured psyches of its tortured lead characters. It touches on the emptiness of sexual relations; a recurring theme enforced by the clever directorial trick that no-one even gets into any state of real undress, let alone actually has sex, despite constantly talking about it. Again, it reinforces the point that the shallow goals which drive the main characters to their actions will essentially be disappointing and leave them with nothing - the sheer futility of it all is presented as bleakly as possible with the stunningly grim finale - a horrific centrepiece in the form of a surprise decapitation followed by an ambiguous 'ending' which makes us ask the question: "WHY!?" WHY, DAMNIT, WHY!? There is no triumph of good or evil; no heroes in this film... Two of the girls return, post-credits, with what may well be the answer, in the form of a limerick, naturally. Truly one of the great classics of 20th century cinema, "She Devils on Wheels" holds its own easily against the works of Kurosawa, Godard and Bergman.