Joe Namath is an outlying member of a biker gang run by William Smith. He hooks up with fashion photographer Ann-Margaret, who feeds him lines so he can talk about vague, 1960s-style 'finding yourself' stuff. Eventually, the gang kidnaps Ann-Margaret and Namath must race Smith to rescue her.
The sole good point is a decent soundtrack. Seymour Robbie directs with no energy or pacing, Ann-Margaret seems invested in her underwritten character -- probably because she was married to the film's writer -- Smith overacts and Namath can't act nor ride motorcycle convincingly; I've never seen anyone lounge on a moving motorcycle, but Namath lounges on his bike in the shots obviously done on a stationary Honda against a back-projected road; I guess it was cheaper than doing a moving shot and having Broadway Joe fall off.
The sole good point is a decent soundtrack. Seymour Robbie directs with no energy or pacing, Ann-Margaret seems invested in her underwritten character -- probably because she was married to the film's writer -- Smith overacts and Namath can't act nor ride motorcycle convincingly; I've never seen anyone lounge on a moving motorcycle, but Namath lounges on his bike in the shots obviously done on a stationary Honda against a back-projected road; I guess it was cheaper than doing a moving shot and having Broadway Joe fall off.