Woodyanders The vicious all-female biker gang the Man-Eaters terrorize a small town, treat guys like tasty slabs of prime beef, and engage in a fierce turf war with a rival bunch of male hot-rodders. Boy, does this wonderfully wretched cinematic swill possess all the right wrong stuff to rate highly as a choice chunk of lovably low-rent celluloid refuse: the fumbling (mis)direction by legendary goremeister Herschell Gordon Lewis, gaudy psychedelic segue-ways, ragged editing, rough, unpolished cinematography, limply staged action scenes, badly recorded dialogue that's occasionally incomprehensible, coy euphemisms ("mother fuzz"), implied lesbianism, some truly dreadful impromptu poetry, lots of gut-busting cheesy lines ("Go fumigate yourself, craphead!"), a decent smattering of splatter (a grisly barbed wire decapitation is especially awesome and impressive), a couple of uproariously lame'n'tame orgies (everyone keeps their clothes on!), and hilariously horrendous acting all ensure that this film is frequently amusing and always enjoyable in its jaw-dropping shoddiness. The gals who portrayal the Man-Eaters all give endearingly awful performances, with stand-out stinky turns by Betty Connell as hard-as-nails leader queen, Pat Poston as the dumpy and brassy Whitey, the incredibly cute Nancy Lee Noble as eager and adorable newbie Honey Pot, and Christie Wagner as the sweet Karen. Larry Wellington's gnarly reverb surf guitar blastin' score and the insanely groovy theme song "Get Off the Road" both hit the right-on rockin' spot. A total cruddy hoot.

Coventry This angry female-biker flick was my first acquaintance with the legendary director Hershell Gordon Lewis. I'm much more looking forward to seeing some of his most controversial films like 'Two Thousand Maniacs', 'Blood Feast' or 'The Gruesome Twosome' but I consider this to be a reasonable appetizer. It's not nearly as shocking or offensive as it might look and the script contains very few material to make a movie of. Loud-mouthed bitches who drink and race all day, while they consider all males to be…mothers! They live by strange rules (for example: when you donate too much attention to the same guy, you're out of the group) and organize orgies with a cabin full of studs! A couple of persons get severely mutilated and one of them even loses his head but, other than this, there isn't much gore or action to detect. Best aspects about this film actually are the sleazy-sounding title and the opening song, entitled 'Get off the Road'. Lewis' She-Devils on Wheels is a very campy film! Some of the dialogue is really hilarious, but almost literally impossible to understand. This film decently represents the she-exploitation subgenre. But not nearly as good as Russ Meyer's legendary 'Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill' which was made 3 years earlier. The shrews in this particular film were a lot meaner, relentless and – most importantly – sexier.

Bullheadedmale Anyone who can't appreciate this CAMPY movie for what it is has no appreciation or knowledge of true 60's B-sleaze-movies. C'mon, folks - it was 1968.. the summer of Love was just barely over, and you still had massive restrictions on what you could, and couldn't show in a film of ANY genre. Enter Hershel G. Lewis. and the Man-Eaters. Part of what's so hilarious about this film is that the real-time, bikerChix of Southern FL (Filmed in a town called "Medley" around an abandoned airport) were bikers 1st, and actors second. Compared to latter-day hip-hop momma's of Brooklyn's PS103, these broads WOULD be a bunch of Daisy-pickin' mommas - but again, this was 1968. The styles, clothes, cars, HAIR!, and other peripherial shots are worth the watching, as is the clumsy acting. Those who lived through 1968 will catch some of the buzz-words of the day, ie: "Where's his PAD, Nick?" and "What's the Action?" And check out that theme song, repleat with the same twangin' guitar sound as (I) remembered being used on late-60's girl Scout commercials! It's hilarious! And the lounge-Music used for the orgies after the girls "Pick" - Not what I'd imagine Ruby Tuesday would have been into in 1968, with her LSD-inspired scraggly hair and shades - but hey, this is the mistique that is S.D.O.W. Even the "Sex" scenes are tame by today, when Janet Jackson can make a cereal commercial with her boob hangin' out - but remember, it was 1968 and the best that 200+ LB. "Whitey" could do sexually was ride some dork's back in a twitchin', twirlin' frenzy. Whoo! The swingin' female-sex kitten-dominatrix theme is nothing new, nor was it when HGL made this film. What WAS new was that he used real bikers, a real Florida town, and the REAL bad acting that made this cult film the classic it is. If you expect more than that - you're missing the point. I can't imagine what a current-day sequel could be. As for Karen - I think she should have left the gang with Rodney Beddell ( the Blond w/the Corvette ) - but that would have been my ulitmate ending: Kick Queenie's ass, send Whitey to jail, befriend HoneyPot before she gets herself knocked-up or raped again, and go back to being a good girl. Sigh* - I can dream.If ANY of the actors involved with this movie are still breathing, CONTACT ME!

Lubin Odana The theme tune of this classic was appropriated by the Cramps (who also did a version of Faster Pussycat Kill Kill) - although I like the originals better.This film comes under the "so bad it's good" category - odd, half-mumbled dialogue (apparently they were trying to get a mainstream rating so the actors had to fumble the swearing) and only a minimum of nudity. The actresses were bikers first and actresses second - and I think it shows. They can all ride bikes at least. The two leads - Betty (Queenie) and Pat (Whitey) are great anyway. The concept of the "stud-line" is very amusing - and everyone at least seems to be enjoying themselves. Check out Queenie's leopard skin waistcoat and silver go-go boots. I got this film on DVD under the Something Weird label in the Virgin Mega Store New York (Times Square) - there were loads of copies in the cult section - This film is due for a massive revival. The DVD version has commentary from Herschell Gordon Lewis, as well as the groovy trailer, and a weird short film about biker gangs, where a straight-as-they-come narrator hilariously attempts to use hep dialogue "these cats are really cool.." etc and the biker member gives a long incoherently rambling narrative about what it means to be in the gang. Recommended!