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Slow pace in the most part of the movie.

Simple and well acted, it has tension enough to knot the stomach.

A story that's too fascinating to pass by...

While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

Aside from "Werewolves on Wheels", "Nam's Angels" (aka "The Losers") is probably the dumbest biker film of its day. Now that's saying a lot, as there were MANY bad biker films and only a few good ones. It's a very strange genre that many folks today simply won't understand...and frankly, I lived during that era and STILL don't understand! This film begins with a motorcycle gang (headed by William Smith) arriving in Vietnam during the war. They have been recruited to infiltrate territory where the Army isn't allowed--and they'll go using their motorcycles! Think about it--cycles through the jungle! But, before they go on their stupid mission, the guys do what you'd expect--get drunk and make it with local prostitutes. Overall, the film is cheap, makes zero sense and is pretty dull. If you love bad biker films, then this should be right up your alley--otherwise, you could only do better looking elsewhere.By the way, 'Vietnam' in this film is actually the Philippines--a place where tons of horrible American-produced movies were made in the late 60s and early 70s.

William Smith is my all time favorite B-Movie actor- a truly talented individual whose list of lifelong accomplishments is extraordinary. He single handedly made movies like "The Losers" watchable and even enjoyable if you don't take them too seriously. The film centers around the U.S. Army hiring a motorcycle gang to rescue a presidential adviser being held captive in Cambodia. Smith plays gang leader Link Thomas, whose Army Sergeant brother sets up the mission. Most of the movie is spent focusing on events leading up to the mission with the gang partying, smoking, getting in fights and souping up their choppers as the rescue nears.The acting is average, although a respectable cast (Adam Roarke, Paul Koslo & Bernie Hamilton) was assembled. There is too much time spent on love interests which tends to bog down the film, but the latter half especially is very entertaining as the mission takes place. This is 70's schlock through and through, but is a treat for William Smith fans, as he gets top billing and the lions' share of screen time.No one will confuse this with anything Oscar worthy, but so what? A good way to numb your mind for an hour and a half.

A truly mindless, incoherent piece of trash, NAM'S ANGELS or THE LOSERS sucks under any name.Five embarrassingly stereotypical American biker dudes are hired to rescue a CIA man from a Chinese prison camp during the Vietnam War. Of course the plan doesn't go entirely smoothly as the chumps hire prostitutes, get drunk and generally help the enemy by not only losing the hearts and minds of the Vietnamese, but ripping them out of their chests and stomping on them in laughter. Eventually they get their acts together and ride into the camp on armored bikes equipped with front-end machine guns. Such weaponry might be cool in a less horrid picture.The premise of THE LOSERS (the actual on-screen title when I saw it) had the potential for some silly b-movie fun, but the film tries to be something it isn't -- legitimate cinema -- and it falls apart before ever forms. There have been worse films, but not by much. Even that violence-obsessed boy who grew up the street from you will be shaking his head.

In order to rescue a Presidential Advisor (in a Francis Ford Coppola costume) from a group of Chinese Communists in Cambodia, the government enlists a subdivision of Hell's Angels led by William Smith to break in there and get him out. The back of the box said this film has more action than 'The Dirty Dozen' and 'The Wild Bunch' combined. To call that a vast overstatement would be a vast understatement. In reality, the film is a bunch of bikers having sex, getting drunk, getting wasted, getting into lame fistfights, falling in love, waxing poetic and building stupid-looking motorcycles sandwiched between two decent action scenes with 2nd rate Enzo G. Castellari slow-motion (which would make it 4th rate Peckinpah). All in all, it's actually not bad, but the climax should have been better considering the time we have to wait in order to get to it. Have ear plugs ready when the title song comes up. It's a soft medley probably sung and written by some drugged out hippie chick that doesn't fit with the movie at all.