This film begins with a young black woman (played by Margo Hope) being chased in a field by two white men who eventually end up raping her. No sooner do they finish, however, when several white women show up and proceed to beat them quite mercilessly. It is then revealed that these women belong to a motorcycle gang led by a man the name of "Speed" (Ross Hagen) who has recently been involved in a fight of his own because another man named "Turk" (Preston Pierce) happened to make advances to his attractive girlfriend "Donna" (Jill Woelfel). At any rate, once Speed and Donna finally rejoin the gang, the discussion quickly turns to an off-road motorcycle contest between several different biker outfits. Since there was trouble the last time due to the presence of the women, the decision is made to split up with the men going to the contest while the ladies ride to a nearby peaceful, hippy commune. What these women don't realize, however, is that these hippies aren't nearly as peaceful as they may seem and that once they arrive-they might not be able to leave. Now, rather than reveal any more, I will just say that this was a rather strange, low-budget, biker film which suffered from a weak script, bad acting and a meandering plot. Admittedly, it featured several attractive women with Regina Carroll (as "Margo"), Vicki Volante ("Terry") and the aforementioned Jill Woelfel standing out the most. Even so, their presence clearly wasn't enough to compensate for the flaws mentioned earlier and in good conscience I cannot rate this movie any higher than I have. Below average.
8 Reviews
WILD
BandSAboutMovies6 December 2023
Warning: Spoilers
After two men assault one of her girls, Margo (Regina Carrol) finds him and whips him. In between this movie being Screaming Eagles and tough women in foreign prison movies getting hot, this was reshot and re-edited to make it fit into the changing world of exploitation. Another thing that changed was while movies had been shot by Al Adamson at the Spahn Ranch for a while, now the specter of the Manson Family hung over everything. So when cult leader King (William Bonner) makes life tough for the bikers and also controls the ranch's owner Parker (Kent Taylor), you get taken out of the movie and wonder how much of this is based on things Adamson and his crew actually experienced.
Sam Sherman told Filmfax: "We even had some members of the Manson gang in it, people who had been hanging around. I don't know if they were killers or not. What happened in this instance was one of those things you can't imagine or even predict."
Ross Hagen is the hero, as much as anyone in a biker movie can be the hero, is the lead.
Also known as Commune of Death, a title that leans into the Manson parts of this movie, this is a film that ends with Hagen dropping his motorcycle off a cliff and onto a car, which inexplicably explodes.
Sam Sherman told Filmfax: "We even had some members of the Manson gang in it, people who had been hanging around. I don't know if they were killers or not. What happened in this instance was one of those things you can't imagine or even predict."
Ross Hagen is the hero, as much as anyone in a biker movie can be the hero, is the lead.
Also known as Commune of Death, a title that leans into the Manson parts of this movie, this is a film that ends with Hagen dropping his motorcycle off a cliff and onto a car, which inexplicably explodes.
Al Adamson's Requiem to the Biker Film
Matthew_Capitano19 September 2013
Warning: Spoilers
Leave it to director Al to put in his two cents worth on any genre; this time, it's biker films, thanks to the success of 'Easy Rider' (1969).
A gang of biker chicks set out to kick the scummy butts of a collection of creeps. Not a particularly flowing film. Adamson wanted to show his flair for innovativeness by presenting a 'layered' approach in his photography (not to mention some token scenes which are a bit too paralleled alongside 'Easy Rider'). OK for Adamsom aficionados and those seeking to obtain some comfy slumber on the couch on a lazy Saturday afternoon.
Vicki Volante ('Terry') has really cute boobs.
A gang of biker chicks set out to kick the scummy butts of a collection of creeps. Not a particularly flowing film. Adamson wanted to show his flair for innovativeness by presenting a 'layered' approach in his photography (not to mention some token scenes which are a bit too paralleled alongside 'Easy Rider'). OK for Adamsom aficionados and those seeking to obtain some comfy slumber on the couch on a lazy Saturday afternoon.
Vicki Volante ('Terry') has really cute boobs.
Lesser Adamson Biker
Michael_Elliott9 January 2011
Angels' Wild Women (1972)
* 1/2 (out of 4)
The biker genre was already on its way out with director Adamson threw this thing into drive-ins across the country. The story is pretty simple as a couple racist rednecks chase down a black woman and rape her. They picked the wrong woman to mess with because her biker sisters show up and beat them down. Later the girls end up on a hippie farm that turns out to be ran by a drug kingpin. No one outside of a mental asylum will mix up the work of Adamson with Bergman but at the same time when the cult director made a movie I'm pretty sure making a good one was the last thing on his mind. I've seen quite a bit of Adamson's work over the years and it seems like he was the type who just wanted to throw anything on the screen and just see what would work and what wouldn't. In something like Dracula VS. FRANKENSTEIN we get a mix 'n match of stuff and in the end the film turned out to be bizarre enough where it was hard to turn away. The first twenty-minutes of ANGELS' WILD WOMEN contains very little dialogue and instead we get a rape sequence, some fighting, some nudity, more fighting, some more nudity, more fights and a couple more fights thrown in for good measure. Needless to say this film doesn't contain an ounce of a brain but I give Adamson credit for knowing he didn't have very much and instead just trying to give people what they want. The nudity is fun and some of the fights scenes are rather funny and especially the ones with the women beating down the rapist. It's rather obvious some of these women had never been in a fight and it seems as if a couple were worried about breaking their nails. This issue makes for a silly fight but at the same time it's entertaining. The film really falls apart once the film reaches the hippie stuff as none of it is entertaining and the thing pretty much comes to a standstill with nothing happening. There's some love story thrown in for no reason and many other little odds and ends but nothing that adds up to much. The final hour of this film is extremely slow and hard to get threw and the hippie versus biker fight at the end comes much too late to save anything.
* 1/2 (out of 4)
The biker genre was already on its way out with director Adamson threw this thing into drive-ins across the country. The story is pretty simple as a couple racist rednecks chase down a black woman and rape her. They picked the wrong woman to mess with because her biker sisters show up and beat them down. Later the girls end up on a hippie farm that turns out to be ran by a drug kingpin. No one outside of a mental asylum will mix up the work of Adamson with Bergman but at the same time when the cult director made a movie I'm pretty sure making a good one was the last thing on his mind. I've seen quite a bit of Adamson's work over the years and it seems like he was the type who just wanted to throw anything on the screen and just see what would work and what wouldn't. In something like Dracula VS. FRANKENSTEIN we get a mix 'n match of stuff and in the end the film turned out to be bizarre enough where it was hard to turn away. The first twenty-minutes of ANGELS' WILD WOMEN contains very little dialogue and instead we get a rape sequence, some fighting, some nudity, more fighting, some more nudity, more fights and a couple more fights thrown in for good measure. Needless to say this film doesn't contain an ounce of a brain but I give Adamson credit for knowing he didn't have very much and instead just trying to give people what they want. The nudity is fun and some of the fights scenes are rather funny and especially the ones with the women beating down the rapist. It's rather obvious some of these women had never been in a fight and it seems as if a couple were worried about breaking their nails. This issue makes for a silly fight but at the same time it's entertaining. The film really falls apart once the film reaches the hippie stuff as none of it is entertaining and the thing pretty much comes to a standstill with nothing happening. There's some love story thrown in for no reason and many other little odds and ends but nothing that adds up to much. The final hour of this film is extremely slow and hard to get threw and the hippie versus biker fight at the end comes much too late to save anything.
Is there a point to all this?!
planktonrules11 September 2009
Al Adamson might just be the worst director of all time--perhaps even worse than Ed Wood, Hershell Gordon Lewis, Ted Mikels or Ray Dennis Steckler. But once you've gotten to the level of these directors, saying exactly which was the very worst is all a matter of opinion and personal taste. For my money, I'd say Adamson--especially since he is responsible for such atrocities as HELL'S BLOODY DEVILS, HORROR OF THE BLOOD MONSTERS, Dracula VERSUS FRANKENSTEIN and BLOOD OF GHASTLY HORROR. Probably his best film I've seen so far is PSYCHO A GO-GO (one of his very first films) and it's all been downhill ever since.
If have haven't guesses already, I am a bad movie lover. Now I can't take a steady diet of nothing but horrid films, but I do like to laugh at the really awful stuff and have reviewed an awful lot of rotten films. However, for most bad film buffs, there are two main types of bad films--bad but unintentionally funny and bad and incredibly dull. The former are the "good" bad movies and the latter are just tedious messes. ANGELS' WILD WOMEN is one of the latter. It's tedious and not much fun to watch--mostly because there really isn't much of a plot. In many ways, it looks like a home movie made of a biker gang--with no narrative or structure.
Like so many of Adamson's films, his wife, Regina Carrol, is in this film. She looked a bit like an aging stripper in this film and considering that she WAS an aging stripper this made a lot of sense. However she did look a bit out of place with the gang--with her white lipstick and her being considerably older than the rest.
The film shows a lot of unconnected vignettes involving rape, fights and murder. As for the rapes, one begins the film and really didn't do much to advance the plot. The second one involved a man being raped by women. The third time was an attempted rape. As for fighting, there were so many fights that I really lost track of them. Heck, when people weren't busy raping each other, they were fighting--often with their friends. None of this really made any sense and towards the end, the characters started killing each other for no particular reason--they the whole mess just ended.
Overall, this film looks like three or four of Adamson's projects somewhat randomly edited together. While it never has the goofy charm or stupidness that I love in some of his worst films, it also doesn't have much watchability or fun. And after a while it all gets pretty boring.
I would recommend you not let kids see this. This isn't necessarily because of all the nudity and violence--it's more that crap like this can't be good for kid's growing brains!
If have haven't guesses already, I am a bad movie lover. Now I can't take a steady diet of nothing but horrid films, but I do like to laugh at the really awful stuff and have reviewed an awful lot of rotten films. However, for most bad film buffs, there are two main types of bad films--bad but unintentionally funny and bad and incredibly dull. The former are the "good" bad movies and the latter are just tedious messes. ANGELS' WILD WOMEN is one of the latter. It's tedious and not much fun to watch--mostly because there really isn't much of a plot. In many ways, it looks like a home movie made of a biker gang--with no narrative or structure.
Like so many of Adamson's films, his wife, Regina Carrol, is in this film. She looked a bit like an aging stripper in this film and considering that she WAS an aging stripper this made a lot of sense. However she did look a bit out of place with the gang--with her white lipstick and her being considerably older than the rest.
The film shows a lot of unconnected vignettes involving rape, fights and murder. As for the rapes, one begins the film and really didn't do much to advance the plot. The second one involved a man being raped by women. The third time was an attempted rape. As for fighting, there were so many fights that I really lost track of them. Heck, when people weren't busy raping each other, they were fighting--often with their friends. None of this really made any sense and towards the end, the characters started killing each other for no particular reason--they the whole mess just ended.
Overall, this film looks like three or four of Adamson's projects somewhat randomly edited together. While it never has the goofy charm or stupidness that I love in some of his worst films, it also doesn't have much watchability or fun. And after a while it all gets pretty boring.
I would recommend you not let kids see this. This isn't necessarily because of all the nudity and violence--it's more that crap like this can't be good for kid's growing brains!
Falls short of viewer expectations.
sonya9002825 June 2009
This film was released in 1972, a year that marked the last gasp, of Hollywood's fascination with the outlaw biker subculture. Much of the story takes place at the infamous Spahn Ranch, site of the Manson cult in real life. In the film, the biker gals get mixed-up with hippie pot farmers, who live on the Spahn Ranch.
The hippies have a Manson-like guru who espouses peace and love, but is really a creepy, Svengali-like character. The biker babes come to the Spahn Ranch, after their men take to the road without them, in search of kicks. These biker women are tough, lascivious, and incredibly sexy-looking. They're like a wet-dream come to life, for many male, and probably some female viewers.
And like the biker chick stereotype, these gals are always eager to get it on, with any male in their vicinity. Some of these women even manage to force themselves sexually, on a hunky farm-boy that they spot working in a field. In the end, he's shown clearly enjoying the amorous attention of these biker girls.
Much of the film is incredibly violent. There's a brutal near-rape, of one of the biker chicks. She's rescued in the nick-of-time, by the other women in her biker gang, who proceed to pummel the would-be rapists to a pulp. It's as if the producers go overboard with the violent scenes, to prove to the audience that bikers are very vicious folks. Perhaps some of them are. But bikers are as human as the next person, and shouldn't be judged only by Hollywood's stereotypes of them.
The film doesn't deliver on it's promise, to showcase mainly the biker women. Despite the title, the women in this film are still overshadowed by the male biker characters. Also, the overall story-line is somewhat muddled, and hard to to follow at times. In my humble opinion, this movie falls short of it's potential. Viewers expecting to see a biker movie that revolves only around the female bikers, will be disappointed with Angel's Wild Women.
The hippies have a Manson-like guru who espouses peace and love, but is really a creepy, Svengali-like character. The biker babes come to the Spahn Ranch, after their men take to the road without them, in search of kicks. These biker women are tough, lascivious, and incredibly sexy-looking. They're like a wet-dream come to life, for many male, and probably some female viewers.
And like the biker chick stereotype, these gals are always eager to get it on, with any male in their vicinity. Some of these women even manage to force themselves sexually, on a hunky farm-boy that they spot working in a field. In the end, he's shown clearly enjoying the amorous attention of these biker girls.
Much of the film is incredibly violent. There's a brutal near-rape, of one of the biker chicks. She's rescued in the nick-of-time, by the other women in her biker gang, who proceed to pummel the would-be rapists to a pulp. It's as if the producers go overboard with the violent scenes, to prove to the audience that bikers are very vicious folks. Perhaps some of them are. But bikers are as human as the next person, and shouldn't be judged only by Hollywood's stereotypes of them.
The film doesn't deliver on it's promise, to showcase mainly the biker women. Despite the title, the women in this film are still overshadowed by the male biker characters. Also, the overall story-line is somewhat muddled, and hard to to follow at times. In my humble opinion, this movie falls short of it's potential. Viewers expecting to see a biker movie that revolves only around the female bikers, will be disappointed with Angel's Wild Women.
"You're Just Being Downright Unsociable!"...
azathothpwiggins26 July 2021
ANGELS' WILD WOMEN is about the ferocious females of the title, led by the maniacal Margo (Regina Carol), who is kitted out with a halter top, hot pants, and a whip. She later adds gargantuan sunglasses and a floppy hat to her ensemble!
Director / muck maestro Al Adamson is behind yet another clunky, non-epic.
Watch! As bikers battle each other for supremacy, mostly amounting to hooting and riding around aimlessly!
See! Margo and her eeevil grrrl gang on their mission to attack and sexually assault unwary men!
Pointless, directionless, and incomprehensible, Adamson even takes us back to the old Spahn's Movie Ranch, where some new weirdo in a groovy robe seems to have taken Manson's place.
Simultaneously, the bikers are out in the nearby desert, drinking beer and refusing to grow up.
In typical Adamson fashion, nothing really happens, while we wait for an actual movie to take place. It's apparent that he had the skeleton of an idea, and decided that a story would only impede the film from mindlessly elapsing.
Not even the appearance of a Joe Walsh lookalike offers any relief! Of course, who needs a plot when you've got fighting, nudity, and a 7' tall John Bloom running around as a biker named Bigfoot?
Any hope of continuity dissolves as the dire dialogue unfolds, sounding as though street people had been promised donuts if they could learn their lines in 10 seconds or less!
Adamson understood his drive-in audience, knowing that they'd either be romancing in the back seat, or so loaded as to render anything onscreen, irrelevant. Still, even by his standards, this one's a slog! Watching it is akin to walking uphill backwards, in anvil shoes! You might reach the top, but you'll be in agony, wondering why you bothered!...
Director / muck maestro Al Adamson is behind yet another clunky, non-epic.
Watch! As bikers battle each other for supremacy, mostly amounting to hooting and riding around aimlessly!
See! Margo and her eeevil grrrl gang on their mission to attack and sexually assault unwary men!
Pointless, directionless, and incomprehensible, Adamson even takes us back to the old Spahn's Movie Ranch, where some new weirdo in a groovy robe seems to have taken Manson's place.
Simultaneously, the bikers are out in the nearby desert, drinking beer and refusing to grow up.
In typical Adamson fashion, nothing really happens, while we wait for an actual movie to take place. It's apparent that he had the skeleton of an idea, and decided that a story would only impede the film from mindlessly elapsing.
Not even the appearance of a Joe Walsh lookalike offers any relief! Of course, who needs a plot when you've got fighting, nudity, and a 7' tall John Bloom running around as a biker named Bigfoot?
Any hope of continuity dissolves as the dire dialogue unfolds, sounding as though street people had been promised donuts if they could learn their lines in 10 seconds or less!
Adamson understood his drive-in audience, knowing that they'd either be romancing in the back seat, or so loaded as to render anything onscreen, irrelevant. Still, even by his standards, this one's a slog! Watching it is akin to walking uphill backwards, in anvil shoes! You might reach the top, but you'll be in agony, wondering why you bothered!...
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