sorry for the mistakes
Werewolves on Wheels
The title alone is worth watching this film, which certainly does not disappoint the expectations of those who love b's.
In my very personal opinion, Michel Levesque, appreciated art director
with collaborations with Russ Meyer, must have thought that making a
film about cursed bikers was a good idea. After all, this is 1971 and
the Hell's Angels had carried out their most famous misdeed two years
earlier. So it's still a hot topic. But at some point Levesque must
have realised that something was missing from his film. A push. So what
does he do? He puts werewolves in it.
I repeat, it's entirely my own idea, but what is certain is that this
mixture gives us a bikexploitation that has everything it needs to
have. Violence. Blood. Boobs. And bikers. Lots of bikers, most of them
real. On a par with a hippie community that lends itself to playing the
part of a satanic cult by triggering events. But let's take it slow.
The Devil's Advocates are a gang that roams the length and breadth of
the States beating up anyone they meet on the road. One night, however,
they come across a satanic coven that feeds them, but with which, shall
we say, they quarrel and are cursed with a ritual featuring a girl
dancing naked and cursing the leader's woman.
From there on, a long trail of blood falls upon them, as much as werewolves. As the title suggests.
An absurd plot, from start to finish, but Levesque seems to really
believe in it and seems to want to get it right. And all in all, given
the means at his disposal, he succeeds, see the ritual scene or even
simply a rock/blues soundtrack that goes well with the dusty landscapes
and surreal situations we witness.
Filmed in 16 days and entered into a small imaginary "Werewolves on
Wheels" or rather a phrase from one of the characters is quoted by Rob
Zombie in the song "Sick Bubblegum".
In the cast one cannot fail to mention the presence of Barry McGuire author of the famous song "Eve of Destruction".