The Losers

What do a dozen dudes do on a Thursday night in mid-Winter? Sit around and watch a movie called the Losers. That's how we roll.

Chalk up another 'Nam biker flick. Third this season. Karate chops? Check. Backwards Swastikas?! Check. Biker in a foursome at a Vietnamese brothel? Check. Red paint for blood? Check. Same red paint used on the Chinese' uniforms? Check. Ridiculous racism? Check check check.

It might not be as controversial as Django Unchained, but if this came out now it would raise the hackles on many-a-civil liberties group. The racism knows no bounds. We were dying with laughter.

Errr, this was one of the slightly more serious biker flicks though, in as much as it was really trying to be a hybrid action film and biker film. It tried to hit that crossover market. It sort of succeeds in doing so. There's a lot of action, and enough bikes and bikers to make it a legit biker flick. It would just as soon nix the explosions and shit and keep it straight biker, but it is what it is.

It's got a real plot you can follow. There is some attempts at real acting. It's trying to be legit. But there's even some sword-and-sorcery as a mechanic in a barren workshop in the depths of Vietnam magically transforms a Yamaha dirt bike into a Harley / Volkswagen hybrid trike with mounted machine guns. WTF. FTW.

Who cares what it's about. There's lots of whores, white people acting as asians, some bikers, and plenty of killing in the jungle going on.

This isn't streaming. You have to get the disc from Netflix. If you're not a biker I don't know if I would put this top of my queue. If you are, you should see it. Eventually.

What the hell, it entertained all of us on a Thursday night.