Sex, drugs, and alcohol; what more could you ask for? Hell Ride, a Quentin Tarantino presents film reenergizing the classic biker gang, is nothing short of a campy B movie straight out of hell. When a film is written, directed, co-produced, and staring a single man, it has bad written all over it. That one man is Larry Bishop as Pistolero, the leader of the Victors biker gang. When a rival gang, the 666er’s, kills his girl, Cherokee Kisum, things become personal and the gang set out on a path of death and revenge. When loyalty becomes corrupt and trust is jeopardized, Pistolero must rely on his two closest friends, The Gent and Comanche to track down and kill the remaining members of the 666er’s. You are in for one testosterone filled hell of a ride (had to be said).
This is one of those films you have to go in with an open mind. It is meant to be extreme in every way, from the language to the sex to the mass bloodshed. Larry Bishop does a decent job as a biker. His gritty voice and badass attitude are some of the best aspects of the film. That and Dennis Hopper. He comes off as comical yet a guy who you do not want to mess with. The plot, as expected, was lacking. It jumped from scene to scene with no real progression. Kill a guy here, have sex with a girl there; that’s all it was. It follows both gangs as they inch closer to each other for one final standoff while filling in some past details.
Not even a full 90 minutes, the film seems as if it lasts forever. Since films such as Planet Terror and Deathproof, the B movie grindhouse features have been on the rise yet still suffer the same fate. They are too tacky to be considered anything good yet everyone knows this and still watches it. It has a few cool moments but generally, the biggest thing it has is Quentin Tarantino’s name on it.