More rebels without causes in another 60's counterculture action film that for the most part features some genuinely lousy acting and cliched action sequences and violence that littered the screen in dozens of these biker films. I guess nobody really analyze them at the drive-ins, and with the exception of Jeremy Slate and possibly Jocelyn Lane, there's nothing to brag about in this film that has Slate desperate to get a bike that was stolen from him back.
It's another one of these bad biker films for Adam Roarke, going through the motions of the type of role that he is already played. After stealing Slate's bike, Michael Walker is beating up by Rourke and his gang who in turn steals the bike from him, and later on, Walker gets another beating from Slate when he catches up to him. The stunts are actually pretty good, and there's some nice desert footage that includes a nasty-looking lizard. But the dialogue is pretty dumb, and the film wears out its welcome long before the 90 minutes is up.
It's another one of these bad biker films for Adam Roarke, going through the motions of the type of role that he is already played. After stealing Slate's bike, Michael Walker is beating up by Rourke and his gang who in turn steals the bike from him, and later on, Walker gets another beating from Slate when he catches up to him. The stunts are actually pretty good, and there's some nice desert footage that includes a nasty-looking lizard. But the dialogue is pretty dumb, and the film wears out its welcome long before the 90 minutes is up.