Thursday, January 28, 2010

Killer Biker Chicks (2009)

Directed by Regan Redding
Starring Elske McCain, Brenna Roth, Sara Plotkin, Rose Garlano, Scarlet Salem
Unrated
USA

"I've seen better looking heads on Astrozombies."

Killer Biker Chicks is a gleefully scuzzy new entry in the long and winding history of cycle-psycho cinema, a low-ball desert epic about big girls with big guns and even bigger tits. Call it Russ Meyer on meth.

The principal cast is made of up snarling, tattooed boob queens who represent a demented family, of sorts: Mother (Rose Garlano), obviously, is the matriarch of the clan; Doc (Elske McCain) is her scum-wastin' sister-in-leather; Babydoll (Sara Plotkin) and Mike the Mechanic (Scarlet Salem), are the two darling daughters. Together they run a bar/carwash/garage/truck stop/strip club/drugstore in the Nevada desert, just outside of Vegas.

And that's it, pretty much. Everything else is pretty incidental. A ridiculous-looking hair-metal band show up to get their car fixed and to provide comic relief. Bo (Troma hero Trent Haaga) and his beleaguered girlfriend Vi (Brenna Roth) are a modern-day Mickey and Mallory on the lam.

Clint (director Redding) and Orin (Shannon Fuller) are two rape-y, race-baiting asshole cops running amuck. All these stories eventually overlap in the climax, but for the most part, everybody just runs around naked in the desert, shooting at each other and cursing a lot.

There's several surreal dance numbers as well, including a scene where two Jewish trannies twirl umbrellas to "It's Raining Men", and another where a rockabilly band breaks rocks in prison outfits while they sing a twangy song about jilted love.

There's also a running gag about one Hawkmeir (Rusty Meyers), an Iranian sports car enthusiast lost in the desert that appears to have been crow-barred into the story just so Redding can utilize his vast array of "Ay-rab" jokes, and Meyers can show off his Egyptian Magician impression.

Surprisingly artful, given its surface presentation, Killer Biker Chicks rises above its humble Z-movie stature to rest comfortably among other winning grindhouse revival flicks like Pervert, Feast, Hell Ride, and Devil Girl. What it lacks in plot it makes up for in stylistic aplomb/excess, and the acting - especially given the inexperience of some of the cast - is on par or better than average for a film of this caliber.

Clearly, Killer Biker Chicks has its problems: the race humor often hits a sour note, and 111 minutes is an absolute eternity for a biker flick. It's also got sleaze cinema's all-time dodgiest gang-stabbing murder scene. Still, there's a lot more going on here than you'd think. Fans of curvy chicks, pitch-black humor, extremely gratuitous nudity, and ultra-violent road flicks will find plenty to get revved up about in Killer Biker Chicks.



- Ken McIntyre

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