Werewolves on Wheels

The M/C came over tonight for "shitty biker movie night." Tonight's installment was Werewolves on Wheels from 1971. The loose plot was that some idiot bikers come across a temple of Satanic monks in the desert, and the Satanic monks turn a couple of them into blood-thirsty lycanthropes.

Sounds WAY cooler than it is.

There were some cool scenes, some great bikes, and a hot 70's chick who dances naked w/ a snake and skull on top of a fire surrounded by Satanic monks in bad-ass robes. Oh wait, sounds WAY cooler than it is.

Definitely some sound-bites I could sample for Hellmouth. I heard Rob Zombie beat me to it, though.
The inconsistencies, inaccuracies and plot holes were unending. The production value teetered somewhere between zero and zilch. However, I will give it props for the best score (except Easy Rider of course) out of any biker movie we've seen. Definitely a good, hard 70s fuzzed-out score. There were boobs (which you can't say for most 60's biker flicks), so that was a plus. The intro got you psyched. It was the obligatory M/C rolling down the highway w/ sweet music. It tricked you into thinking the movie was gonna legitimately rule. I appreciated the allusion to Easy Rider early on when they got into trouble w/ a couple rednecks in a pickup truck. But in Werewolves on Wheels, retribution was served and Easy Rider's score was settled. I also appreciated the head-nod to Lon Chaney's original Wolfman later in the film. It was either an artistic homage, or the make-up dept. just ripped em off. We'll give them the benefit of the doubt.

Anyway, unless you're a diehard moto-nerdario and you've got some pizza and good friends... I wouldn't put this in the top of your Netflix queue just yet.