It's not Diane McBain's finest moment either, playiing a vindictive member of a female motorcycle gang who bullies the other women in the gang to join her vendetta against ex-boyfriend. Ross Hagen. He's left the male version of the same gang to marry Sherry Jackson, so with fellow gang leader Jeremy Slate, she sets out to make their lives as miserable as possible, especially when an accident causes the death of one of Slate's fellow male biker remembers.
Former bad seed Patty McCormack and a young Harry Dean Stanton (several years before he became a cult figure) are other members of the gang, but it's McBain's film all the way to chew to bits as she snarls her way across the desert. This is a very unpleasant movie, with Jackson assaulted numerous times. The only thing memorable is the scenic Arizona photography. Had I seen this film in the theaters when it came out, I wouldn't want to go to the Grand Canyon in fear of running into sociopaths like McBain and Slate. These films may exaggerate the biker craze of the late 1960's, but there is absolutely no entertainment value in them.
Former bad seed Patty McCormack and a young Harry Dean Stanton (several years before he became a cult figure) are other members of the gang, but it's McBain's film all the way to chew to bits as she snarls her way across the desert. This is a very unpleasant movie, with Jackson assaulted numerous times. The only thing memorable is the scenic Arizona photography. Had I seen this film in the theaters when it came out, I wouldn't want to go to the Grand Canyon in fear of running into sociopaths like McBain and Slate. These films may exaggerate the biker craze of the late 1960's, but there is absolutely no entertainment value in them.