(ARCHIVE REVIEW: ORIGINALLY POSTED: APRIL 28TH, 2010)
Angels’ Wild Women came about when director Al Adamson added new spicy footage to an unreleased biker film. The new scenes of bosomy women kicking ass are pretty cool and play like an Adamson version of a Russ Meyer movie. However, all the stuff involving the bikers is boring as Hell.
Speed (Ross Hagen, no stranger to biker movies after The Sidehackers and The Hellcats) is the leader of a biker gang that spends most of his time balling his old lady and riding his motorcycle. The gang spends a weekend at a commune headed by a weirdo hippie cult leader who is secretly growing pot. When word gets out about the operation, he sacrifices Speed’s girlfriend. That of course sends Speed into a frenzy and he sets out to get revenge on that dirty hippie scumbag.
A lot of Angels’ Wild Women is just plain stupid, but it has a handful of memorable scenes containing highly quotable dialogue that makes it stand out from most of the titles in the Adamson filmography. Like the scene when a couple of rednecks rape a black biker chick then her tough gal pals show up to get revenge. One chick distracts the guy by popping her top and says, “Do you want to see some boobies?” before kneeing him in the nuts. Then there’s a great scene where the biker broads hold down a studly farmhand and force him to fuck. He protests, “Poontang is poontang, but these sex orgies just ain’t natural!” but eventually gives in and bangs them. The finale is also pretty WTF. Hagen drives his motorcycle off a cliff, and it lands on the roof of the bad guy’s car, causing an inexplicable explosion.
Although most flicks need a straightforward story to keep your attention, Angels’ Wild Women’s loose-as-a-goose plotting is one of its strong suits. Stuff just sorta happens at random in this movie. First the Angels are fighting, then they’re riding their hogs, then they’re fucking, then they’re battling a third-rate Manson knockoff.
Unfortunately, the film also
contains more than its fair share of dull patches. Too many in fact to give it a wholehearted
recommendation. Still, Two Stars for an
Adamson flick is like Three Stars for most directors, so if you have a high
tolerance for Al’s oeuvre, then you should probably check it out.
NEW REVIEW: ANGELS’ WILD WOMEN (1972) **
My old review pretty much summed up my thoughts on Al Adamson’s Angels’ Wild Women. My only real addition is the fact that so much of the movie was filmed at Spahn’s Movie Ranch. Adamson had filmed several films there over the years, but this is the first time I think he started to meld his own legend into his pictures. It was at Spahn’s Ranch where his frequent star Gary Kent (who also has a small role in this one) had his run-in with Charles Manson, which later became the genesis of Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. In this one, the heroines confront a Manson-like cult leader who has taken over the ranch for his own devious purposes. Adamson and company had exploited Manson before (most egregiously in the marketing for Satan’s Sadists), but this is the first time they put a not-so thinly veiled version of him on screen.
As for the movie itself, it feels no less cobbled together than any other of Adamson’s films I’ve watched this month. The stuff with the wild women tormenting men and/or using them for sex are easily the best. The stuff with biker Ross Hagen (who is saddled with a terrible haircut) is notably less involving.
All this kind of flows decently enough in the early going. The aforementioned “Do you want to see some boobies?” and “Poontang is Poontang!” scenes are a hoot. These scenes, along with healthy doses of nudity, help to keep Angels’ Wild Women in the better-than-average range as far as Adamson’s films go. However, once the action switches over to the ranch and the Manson-like cult leader begins to take over the narrative, the fun begins to dwindle.
AKA: Commune of Death. AKA: Rough Riders. AKA: Screaming Eagles. AKA: Screaming Angels. AKA: Wild Women.
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