Rebel Rousers

Bruce Dern owned this movie. His acting in this flick reminded me of Dustin Hoffman in Papillon. Just something about the way he delivered the lines...it was reminiscent of Hoffman's character. But anyway, yeah, Dern ruled.

Rebel Rousers is the penultimate movie I'm showing in this season of Motorcycle Movie Night. It came out right after Easy Rider and included the rising star, Jack Nicholson. He doesn't have much of a part in the flick worth writing home about, but he does wear some very memorable stripy pants. And his chopper is outta sight, man. Incredible trumpet pipes up to the sky and a great sissy bar. In fact pretty much all the bikes in this movie are fucking rad. It's a truly killer line-up. You get some good detailed shots of the bikes, too. Mostly Triumph choppers if I recall.

This movie has got to be the most unintentionally racist biker flick we've ever seen. The bikers are in an undisclosed town but it's clearly full of Mexicans...or rather, it's full of white actors with bad spray tans pretending to be Mexican. Their dialogue is unreal, man; it's the whitest, most generic Mexican patter you've ever heard. There's a little kid named Niño, but they pronounce it Nino like he's fucking Italian. I think "loco" might be the only Spanish word they utter. Everything else is just white-boy impressions of how generic Mexicans talk. It was priceless and definitely made the movie hysterical.

The flick has a story, or two stories actually, and they're woven together very loosely. The actual plot is really just wedged into the movie to try and give it some sort of cross-over legitimacy. But it fails miserably due to crap acting and white boys in spray tans.

Anyway, at the end of the day this has all the earmarks of a classic 60's biker flick. It ticks all the right boxes and we found it highly entertaining. Just check out the trailer above. Dig it!