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Biker Pistolero is the leader of the Vitors, a Southern California motorcycle gang. His girlfriend Cherokee Kisum is murdered by the Deuce, leader of the gang Six-Six-Six as a message to the Victors. Years later, one more time the Victors has to fight against their old rival Six-Six-Six to protect their region and revenge for Cherokee.
It's a claustrophobic dud, full of ludicrously purple tough-guy dialogue and lip-smacking vamps in bikinis (how hot!), with so much monotonous hip violence there's scarcely room for anything else.
The script, written by Bishop, barely makes sense. It lacks anything resembling wit, unless you think it amusing that these aging cyclists brag about needing their three B's -- bikes, beer and booty.
Instead of a sublimely ridiculous and sleazy bike-movie homage, Bishop delivers self-amused, emptily crude faux-grindhouse that only fanatics of the genre will excuse.
Having a properly slimy bit of modern exploitation filmmaking isn't something to scoff at, but I do wish that the experience had even a bit of fizz to it.
[Director Larry Bishop] burdens his film with clumsy art-house ambitions that clash with its embrace of bikes, beer and booty. If any of this sounds amusing, be warned: it's not.
August 08, 2008
New York Post
The dialog is clever, nutty and syncopated, with a soundtrack -- of the "C.C. Rider" vein -- which ain't half-bad, either.