Uriah43 Wanting to reestablish the Nazi Party in Germany, a rich and influential militarist named "Count Otto Von Delberg" (Kent Taylor) has acquired some extremely precise counterfeit plates and in order to fund his political ambitions has initiated a process to launder large sums of fake money through certain connections he has with the American mafia. One mob boss in particular named "Joe Brimante" (Keith Andes) is so impressed with the counterfeit dollars that he sends his most trusted lieutenant, "Mark Adams" (John Gabriel) to not only buy some of the fake dollars but to also inquire about purchasing the plates themselves. However, what nobody counts on is the fact that there are other organizations who are fully aware of these plates and they also want to get their hands on them as well. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that, although it may have been marketed as a "biker film" and certainly has its share of rough-and-tumble bikers, this particular picture turned out to be more of a "spy movie" than anything else. To that end, there were several twists and turns along the way which were quite intricate. Be that as it may, this was a complicated and rather confusing movie which had its good points here and there and I have rated it accordingly. Average.

daviddaveinternational The warning about going to the snack bar should be heeded for this movie. Just don't come back. If you're at a drive-in, walk home. Don't look back at the screen. Keep on trucking'.I'm the guy who collects cheap biker movies (42 so far) and this flop is number 42 in a series of dry heaves. It's a discombobulated array of some sort of...it's just hard to describe. One minute there's "bikers", the next there's Broderick Crawford at his trusty wall map. Of course, he's drunk as usual. Nothing seems to relate. Why are the bikers in it? What's their connection to the funny-money Nazis? One of the comic reliefs is the President of Hell's Bloody Angels rides a stock Honda CB350! If a Hells Angel showed up at Bass Lake on a Honda, he'd get the crap beat out of him and believe me, it's happened! Now, back to the movie: Do not buy this movie unless you absolutely have to for your cheap biker movie collection. Even then, please don't watch it. You'll thank me someday. I ended up fast forwarding most of the second half. Even before it was over, I told my wife we will never, ever watch it again. Tonight is another recent purchase, The Glory Stompers. I'm sure it will be an improvement over Hell's Bloody Angels. Sticking my face in a fan would be an improvement. Avoid at all costs! Go for The Best of Gilligan's Island. Oh, I forgot to mention: The best acting and best line was when Colonel Harland Sanders asked how the chicken was. There was also really great acting by the pet shop owner played by the late, great John Carradine giving about 45 seconds of class to an otherwise piece of steaming dog squat.

skullislandsurferdotcom Although meriting one of the greatest opening credit sequences after a two minute trailer that seems separate but is actually part of the film that has a complete list of credits on its own, this misleading mess isn't a biker movie but rather a tenth-rate James Bond ripoff.A handsome secret agent meanders from one situation to the next seeking out neo-Nazis, bedding down babes and chasing goons, and the biker aspect is connected lamely by a woman who, after talking on various pay phones after each spy sequence, will then converse with, and give orders to, four bikers: part of the titular gang that's also shown sporadically roaring down the highway.On the spy side are various scenes with Broderick Crawford, Scott Brady, and John Carradine, all seeming as pasted-on as the American military scenes in Japanese Godzilla films. Buyer Beware of this patchwork clunker.

JWFlem One of Al Adamson's rarer features and the print I saw was worn out with Portuguese subtitles. I got it for Greydon Clark's appearance but he's in it for all of about five minutes and with two different hair styles. That's because, just as with Adamson's MEAN MOTHER, this film appears to have been started and never finished and then scenes were added years later to make some sort of assemblage of a plot. The problem is, it is hard to gather what is going on. Characters appear out of nowhere, the aforementioned change in hair styles sometimes makes them unrecognizable, Hell's Bloody Devils - the biker gang - serve less purpose in plot structure than the Russ Tamblyn led crew did in DRACULA VS. FRANKENSTEIN, and the print was so choppy that whole bits of dialogue were missing. Nevertheless, it's still quite enjoyable to watch, with John Gabriel as a FBI agent posing as a member of the syndicate who gets involved with counterfeit money and in the end comes to blows with a surviving member of Hitler's inner circle as well as a flirtation with the high ranking Nazi's daughter. Broderick Crawford and John Carradine appear in small roles and the music is even catchier than Harley Hatcher's score for SATAN'S SADISTS. The camera work and direction seem more than competent and one can only imagine how solid the film would have been had it not ended up as a salvage job. Well worth checking out for the Al Adamson/Greydon Clark completist or if you are interested in movies with Colonel Sanders cameos (he has less screen time here than in THE BLAST-OFF GIRLS though).