Blutnacht des Teufels (1971) Online

Like it or not, Werewolves On Wheels is the undisputed best of the biker/werewolf sub-genre. A chillin' little B-movie, that is well aware that it is a B-movie, hence the title. You can really tell these guys had fun making this. We begin with a biker gang riding across country. These aren't just any bikers, they're The Devil's Advocates, so we already know they're mean mothers. In reality, The Devil's Advocates are a bunch of crude, obnoxious drug-addicts on motorcycles, who like to think they're in cahoots with the Devil, but lately, there is some kind of evil hovering over them. As luck would have it, there is a psychic in the group, so, you know that he'll shed some light on the situation so they can locate this evil, and kick its ass. They decide that a nearby satanic church is the root of their alleged problems, once they arrive, they're distracted by all the free wine from the satanic monks, which gives them the chance to place a curse on The Devil's Advocates. A curse that would leave, at least one of them a werewolf. Now, with all of this going on, the guys decide to take it to the desert, so they can clear their heads, and say their ooblah-dooblah's, but, not before kicking all the monk's asses. Now, among the wide-open freedom of the desert, The Devil's Advocates can get as drunk, high, and rowdy as they please. The only problem is, every time everyone passes out, someone gets torn to shreds. Who knows? Maybe the psychic can help matters. Probably not, though.

Werewolves on Wheels, above all, is a good old-fashion fun B-movie, without a lot of thought put into continuity, or script, for that matter. They just went out there and entertained the drive-in crowd that it was clearly intended for. True, they could have explained things a little better, and the killings could have been better/gorier, but the atmosphere, score, and of course, the cheesy entertainment value more than make up for the flaws. For a much better example of a werewolf movie, check out Ginger Snaps, and for a much better example of life in the desert, check out The Chooper. Werewolves On Wheels certainly isn't one of the all time greats in werewolf horror, but as far as the biker/werewolf sub genre goes, look no further, because Werewolves On Wheels is the measuring stick. 7/10

This was a cool, funky little film, kind of an attempt to mix Easy Rider with any werewolf film. The Devils Advocates are a dirty, sleazy, nasty biker gang who live on the road, stopping only to sleep, drink and screw. When they stop one night at the foot of a Satanic Temple, and are offered food and drink by the monks, their life on the road gets a little weirder.

No, sadly, you really don't get to see hairy werewolves howling maniacally as they drive down dark highways illuminated by the full moon. What you do get is an attempt at artiness, as scenes are intercut with shots of black birds wheeling through the still air, a drugged girl dances naked before a fire as deranged monks deliver a spooky chant and a tarot reader displays talents more accurate than many I've seen in the movies. There's some absolutely hysterical additional dialogue and parts of the film almost have a documentary type feel to it. No, it's not the worlds most flawless film by any means, but it's better than a lot of the crap that was coming out around the same time. It has a realistic grittiness to it, yet at the same time possesses an ethereal atmosphere. It was just funky enough to impress me.

A biker gang, The Devil's Advocates, is driving desert roads, perhaps a little lost. At a resting spot, some hooded monks serve them wine and bread, and they pass out. The monks have some sort of satanic ritual with the girlfriend of the gang's leader, who they call the bride of Satan. She winds up dancing on a table nude, when the bikers come to, grabbing her, and beating up the monks.

They hit the road again, but something's wrong. Whenever they stop, some of their members die, apparently killed by wild beasts.

At one point, the movie almost seems like a parody of a classic Universal monster movie, when a wolfman is riding on a motorcycle (!) being chased by bikers on their motorcycles who are wielding torches. What, no pitchforks?

I saw this on an old videotape, full-frame. If it was shot in widescreen, I'm sure it looks better that way, what with the desert locations. Still, the visuals are pretty nice at times, as when the bikers disappear in a cloud of smoke and the camera quickly pulls back from a truck. There's also a neat old gas station, with old-fashioned glass-topped pumps that actually need to be *pumped* with a lever.

The instrumental guitar songs on the soundtrack are enjoyable. A real fuzzed-out rock sound.

To the extent that it's not all that good, hey at least it's not that long either. The ending is weird, but maybe it's supposed to be a little trippy, man!

This is pretty cool film. In some ways the film is just what you would expect it to be from the title and the poster "Werewolves on Wheels" (Motorcycles). In other ways, this film is different than what you would expect it to be.

Yes there are burly bikers who become werewolves - but the unexpected is you don't see them as werewolves very much... nor are they in wolf-man form riding their bikes.

You will also see Satanic Monks, a witch, a tarot card reader, an eerie church, nice desert scenery and a neat little story. The soundtrack is good too!

This is one of those films I really don't want to say too much about - just watch it if you like werewolves, Easy Rider (motorcycle films) and older horror films in general you might enjoy it as I did.

7.5/10

While shaky in premise, Werewolves on Wheels contains all the absurdity, excess and self-awareness necessary to maintain interest. The plot roams all over the place, the actors mumble a lot of their lines and the ending is distinctly dissatisfying - but nevertheless it's well worth 85 minutes of your time. A rowdy gang of bikers who call themselves the Devil's Advocates shows up at a gas station in the middle of the desert to terrorizes the attendant, then proceeds to stumble upon a monastery while partying in a nearby forest. The ominous monks share suspect bread and wine, greedily indulged upon by the rowdy gang. When they're too drunk to notice, head monk `One,' an interesting role for the usually funny Severn Darden, plucks a hair from one of their heads and places it in a bat buckle. He then prays to Satan and kills a cat. The fun begins at this point, and biker lady D. J. Anderson materializes for some sort of dark ritual. When the bikers realize she's gone missing, they seek out the monks and beat the living pulp out of them. The bikers think little of the events that have transpired, but the following night at the campfire Anderson seems to suck head biker Stephen Oliver's blood, and a mock Satanic dance culminates in the grisly deaths of two members of the gang. After terrorizing another gas station they roam around the desert pretending to make a movie, creating a distinctly self-reflective mood. Nonsense-preaching Duece Berry (whose character is named `Tarot') tries to warn Oliver that something's in the air but he'll have none of his buddy's mystic mumbo-jumbo. They burn a pile of old cars and Anderson sees foreboding signs in the flames. Much of the same insanity carries the film right up to its vague conclusion. Writer-director Michael Levesque, who worked on a couple of Russ Meyer films, is a decent enough filmmaker and the camera work and editing and enjoyable, but the film suffers from over-abuse of the zoom. At least three cast members also appeared in The Last Movie, also made in 1971, and folk singer Barry McGuire appears as a member of the bike gang. Most of the rest of the cast are stunt performers, including a number of the leads. Don Gere provides an excellent psychedelic soundtrack, by far the best of any biker movie I've seen. The unusually diverse cast and enthusiastic amateur creative spirit create an atmosphere more exciting than the majority of contemporary genre filmmaking. What it all comes down to is that this a movie for people who like to drink in the morning, like myself.

A wild & crazed biker gang gets changed into werewolves by black hooded monks in a creepy castle! Where's Boris Karloff when you need him?

Cheesy,campy, dumb and dumber, yet this early 70s flick is a "masterpiece" of howling fun. Child-star Billy Gray looks and acts like a "real" biker. "Cult" legend Severn Darden steals the show by giving a frightening performance as a warlock named "One"! YIKES! The opening scene as the motorcycle gangs cruises down a lonely desert highway almost equals the impressive opening scene of the 1967 classic, Hell's Angels On Wheels.

If you like bikes, chicks, werewolves, and monks all rolled up in one, you will love this movie, it's a howling delight!

*SPOILER ALERT* *SPOILER ALERT*

I didn't have strong hopes for this one when I rented it. I was expecting a gang of werewolves to be riding their motorcycles at night while howling at the moon. That's reasonable right? Not too demanding? The title is "Werewolves on Wheels". I saw hairy guys driving motorcycles but they needed a lot more body fur to be considered werewolves.

This flick is a hybrid of two genres: Motorcycle Gang and Werewolf. Since this relic is from the early 70's, the motorcycle genre dominates in this mutant mix. Watching bikers brawl, curse and drink booze doesn't do it for me. That is the main appeal (?) of this movie and the werewolf angle is a gimmick that is hardly exploited. The gang does not become werewolves. One person gets cursed and the bikers drive around oblivious to it all. I love werewolf flicks so I had to check this one out. So now I've seen it and can say with a clear conscience that it's a stinker. If you like biker flicks, you might dig it daddy-o.

"You dudes just don't wanna see the reality, do ya? That was no accident. It was heavy. Someone's controlling the vibes."

Follow Adam (Stephen Oliver) and his rowdy biker clan, The Devil's Advocates (an appropriate title considering who they are, unbeknownst to them, about to become familiar with all too well), as they get wasted, act stupid and disorderly, and goof off before encountering One and his congregation of Satanic Monks who place a curse on them, many of the bunch turning into lycanthropes and attacking members of their happy-go-lucky group. The melancholic Tarot (Duece Berry) warns his brethren that they are doomed and Adam becomes more and more aggravated at him for ruining the mood of their biker gang. This movie has been unheralded, reviled, and considered one of the worst films of the 70s by a lot of critics. Plain and simple, this is a bonafide biker movie. Sure you get a creepy ceremony conducted by this literate head monk with a darkened face (it looked like he smeared black mud on his face), speaking for his silent union of robed Worshipers of Lucifer, sedating the bikers while they use Adam's woman, Helen (DJ Anderson) as a potential human sacrifice (mainly her hot ass is dancing around naked with a snake), as a fire rises, a cat bled into a goblet for drinking purposes. This is quite a sequence, played to the hilt. Everything about this movie is "I don't give a rat's ass what you think." Maybe that's why practically everyone and their mother hate it, I guess. This movie lets the bikers just jerk off and behave as they so wish. There's a protracted scene in a car graveyard where the bikers spend time messing around. That's what this movie is all about…the crazy, "I simply don't care" antics of a biker gang in some desert area, maybe Arizona, or the Midwest, where they come in contact with gas station folks who obviously wish their place of business wasn't located in the middle of nowhere, perfect for a bunch of no-good beer-guzzling, weed-smoking road riders who won't pay them for fuel. One poor gas station attendant is poked fun at by them and it's easy to see he's embarrassed by such playful harassment. One snarling gas station attendant doggedly defies them, tells them to pump their own gas (it is an old-timey pumps where you have to use a lever), and accuses them of being worthless, wanting to get paid and not seeing a dime. We really don't get a good look at a werewolf until the very end bonfire attack as bikers and a few lycanthropes play a game of rope-a-dope. My favorite moment has a flaming werewolf flying off his hog in mid air as it crashes into an explosive heap to the ground. They raise hell, these guys, that's the way biker gangs have always been portrayed, especially in the 60s/70s. Not much else to the movie, folks. I guess I'm one of a few willing to admit this, but I thought this was rather fun, even though "Werewolves on Wheels" is not really a film that has anything to say. It is a product of its time/era. I consider this a curio for fans of exploitation/horror.

This film is a masterpiece! Thrill to hairy, disgusting guys riding enormous motorcycles with no hands! Cringe in horror as they beat the living daylights out of some guy at a gas station. Wonder just what the heck is going on as hordes of barefoot monks descend from the hills to offer bread and wine. Keep your notebook handy, because a step-by-step lesson in dark spirit-summoning is there waiting for you (hint: freshly cut Hazelwood). Ponder the homoerotic subtext. See the worst Tarot card reading in all history. There's even a charming softshoe routine for the kids. There's a couple of decent corpses in this movie, too. and the soundtrack is hot, hot HOT!!! I liked the ending.

I have wanted to see this movie for YEARS, considering it has one of the greatest titles ever. What I was hoping for was bikers riding along in full wolfman makeup, like the poster suggests. What I got was hippies galavanting across a desert and two(I think its two, it might be just one) members of the crew change into wolf form within the last 2-3 minutes of the movie. I can't say that I think it's art, unless you can watch 'Manos, the Hands of Fate" and think that's art...attempted art, I suppose. To be clear, this movie is NOT as bad as Manos, as very few movies ever made are awful to that degree. Still, the title made me think I would enjoy this movie enthusiastically as it implies the kind of shlocky camp I find amusing and I came away incredibly disappointed...and bored.

If you watch B movies long enough, you'll learn that movies with goofy titles usually aren't very good at all, and this one is no exception. It plays like they only had a rough outline connecting a few scripted scenes, because a lot of the time the movie forgets the story and has the bikers basically goofing around until something bad happens. A low budget and clumsy camera work just add to the aura of shabbiness.

I can't completely dismiss it, because there are a few small but good touches here and there. Some of the music isn't bad, and there are also a few visuals (a gigantic flock of birds, desert landscapes) that do pop out and grab your eye. And there are also a few surreal sequences that do show that the filmmakers were not completely without imagination. But such moments are very few, and don't even get this movie up to the rank of movies to watch with fast-forward.

***MAJOR SPOILER ALERT WE REVEAL EVERYTHING(but it's not much)***

Instead of watching this film, our time could have been better spent consuming rusty nails/tacks/other sharp objects. Note that we called this a film, not a movie. We refuse to dub a film such as this a 'movie' as it hardly achieves mediocrity. Furthermore, it seldom goes beyond being a documentary of ne'er do wells who drive often on straight desert highways.

Let's take a rundown of the title, shall we? Now, from the title alone, you would expect this movie to contain at least three things:

1) Werewolves 2) Wheels of some nature 3) Werewolves atop said wheels (emphasis on plurality)

Before we start, let us remind you that this film is only 79 minutes long. To be fair, that's not much time to work with. However, we assumed the creators of this film would deliver the contents of the title in the time given. Like a child living below the poverty line on Christmas morning we were to have our hopes dashed upon the cruel, unforgiving rocks of reality.

Until the last four and a half minutes of this film the only item presented from the three listed above was #2 (wheels). Prepare yourself to witness a great deal of #2 in this film. During the final scene of this exercise in visual vomit a single werewolf was portrayed atop said wheels, though only for a minute and a half at best. This was hardly enough lycan-on-motorbike action to justify the title of the film. Whether through editing mishap or fateful miscount on the part of the director, we came to realize that what we thought had been prophecy fulfilled was actually hoax, as this was the ONLY werewolf on wheels throughout the entire endeavor. In light of this discovery, the film should be aptly titled: "Ugly Drunk People Who Seldom Bathe Riding Motorcycles Indefinitely...With a 10% Chance of Late Afternoon Werewolf." Calling this film 'Werewolves on Wheels' we be akin to titling Star Wars Episode IV, "Boys Moisture Farming."

To be fair we purchased this DVD expecting a bad film. It was our hope to give an obviously little-known film the light of day, and at the same time, fulfill our inner need for comedy at others' creations. We say all this not due to some vendetta against this films creators or participants, but rather as harsh warning to others. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ATTEMPT TO VIEW THIS FILM! It should be noted that having only bought the DVD the day before from a retail discount section we discarded the DVD into the nearest waste receptacle we could find.

Good night and good luck.

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Werewolves on Wheels (1971)

** (out of 4)

Mildly entertaining Drive-In film is a cross between The Wolf Man and Easy Rider. A biker gang pisses off some monks who in return put a curse on the bikers. At night the beer and boobs flow but so does the blood when they start turning into werewolves. This film kept me mildly entertained throughout but thankfully it ran just over 75 minutes. The biggest problem is that not too much happens and I wish the director would have gone for a few more laughs. The opening sequence rips off the ending to ER.

Makes a good double feature with Werewolf of Woodstock.

Is a biker movie not enough action for you? What if I told you that a biker gang named The Devil's Advocates happen upon some warlocks and then one of them is bitten by a female werewolf and transforms under the full moon? How's that sound?

I literally just told you the entire plot of this movie. Soon after the cult members cast a curse on the biker leader's (Stephen Oliver, who was married to Lana Wood, sister of Natalie Wood and also the star of Motorpsycho and Angels from Hell) girlfriend that makes her turn into a werewolf, she turns him as well. Soon, the bikers are being killed one by one until they see their leader and his girl transform.

The bikers head back to the church for revenge, but suddenly stop when they see themselves in the cult lineup.

This movie has been sampled by Rob Zombie repeatedly, including the line "We all know how we're going to die, baby. We're gonna crash and burn." It's also better than anything he's done since The Devil's Rejects. Actually, it's probably better than that, too.

Real bikers were used for all the stunts in this movie, so it has a real authenticity to it. And the weirdness of the cult's rituals breaks into that so nicely, giving this movie a real air of pure strange. The cult leader, One, is played by Severn Darden, who played Governor Kolp in Conquest of the Planet of the Apes and Battle for the Planet of the Apes. He's so great in this movie!

The soundtrack is also so good. It's very blues country rock with a bit of doom. It's perfect for the action on the screen. This movie gets a very high recommendation!

A gang of bikers are partying on the grounds of an old monastery, when they are approached by a cult of Satan worshipers- who are acting to bring forth the bride of Satan.

They promptly drug the men, and seize one of the women for ceremonial purposes.

As the bikers wake up, they realize she is gone and head off to attack the cult members who are in the middle of a ritual. But not before they are marked, and she gets turned...

Not that you could tell, before she is triggered by an image in the fire, and attacks her boyfriend...turning him, as well.

Together they kill a couple of the bikers.

But the gang isn't too phased by it, because they head back off on their "run" after burying the bodies.

However, they don't make it too far. A sandstorm rolls through, and- like something out of the bermuda triangle- they are suddenly gone. Having been whisked away to the middle of the desert.

Where they are stuck until the couple turns back into werewolves and are burned to death. After which the gang- inexplicably- makes their way out of the desert, toward the Satanists- whom they plan to kill. Only to be initiated into the cult.

This film makes literally no sense. The plot elements are completely disconnected from one another, and the story makes little to no attempt to bridge these gaps with any sort of plausible narrative. It's really poor storytelling, at best.

The acting also sucks. And the werewolves could have literally been anything...vampires (which it seemed like at first)...swamp monsters...bigfoot...aliens...literally...f*cking...anything could have been thrown in there the way they have it set up.

Do yourselves a favour and pass this one by.

3 out of 10.

A biker gang stumble across a satanic cult holed up in an EVIL CHURCH. Using drugged wine and bread shaped like giant biscuits, the cult send the gang to sleep and possess one of the female members, turning her into a werewolf.

If I learned anything from Werewolves on Wheels (surely a contender for the best film title ever) is that being a biker in the early '70s was clearly HILARIOUS. When the gang aren't beating up rednecks, stealing gas, or shagging each other, laughing at absolutely everything everywhere definitely seems to be the best pastime. Look! A gas pump! HA HA HA!! Hey, a tree! HAAAAAA!!! Beer!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! SATANISTS IN ROBES!!! WOOOOO!! HAHAHAH! And so on and so forth.

The laughter stops briefly when, after waking up, the gang walk into the EVIL CHURCH and beat up all the satanists. They're quickly giggling and guffawing like children again though, stopping only the next morning when they discover two of their friends have been savaged by something bitey. Soon enough, as expected, everyone's laughing again. Well, everyone with the exception of their hippiest member, Tarot. See, Tarot's figured out something's not quite right and in his best hippy language tries to warn their leader, Adam, about it - "that was no accident. It was heavy. Somebody's controlling the vibes".

Adam's having none of it though and the laughter quickly turns to fisticuffs. Fisticuffs turn into a serious kicking, and then a serious kicking quickly escalates into a fireside werewolf battle before the remaining gang members decide to go back to the EVIL CHURCH and kill the cultists. ONLY THE CULTISTS ARE ACTUALLY THEMSELVES. Yeah, it was the '70s, people. Hallucinogenic drugs were in plentiful supply and endings to Bikersploitaiton films didn't have to make any sense.

Not that you'd believe it by reading this, but Werewolves on Wheels actually has an awful lot going for it. It's fun, it moves along at a nice pace, and it's even pretty well acted in places. Not to mention the werewolves, tits, and sexy naked snake dancing. It also has quite possibly the funniest Satanic ritual ever filmed. After killing a cat (cue funny death screech) and doodling something in blood while saying a load of evil-sounding mumbo jumbo, cult leader "One" (Severn Darden from the final two original Planet of the Apes movies), ad-libs like a boss, mumbling something along the lines of "rabadabadabadadamabarambarambararararabbabadada" and hoping for the best. The thing is, being the early '70s, he probably got away with it.

The soundtrack is excellent, some moody guitar based country for the title theme with a couple of other similar tracks along the way. And whether it's a recommendation or not, Rob Zombie clearly loves the film as he used a line of dialogue at the start of his song, Sick Bubblegum.

"Hey, we all know how we're gonna die, baby. We're gonna crash and burn".

I caught up with this corker recently, when I picked it up on a well-known Internet site for $5.00. On DVD, enhanced for widescreen TVs. Made by people who probably never expected it to show up on TV anytime, anywhere.

WEREWOLVES …opens with a bunch of bikers riding into a gas station in the Far West and terrorizing the locals, or as many locals as the budget could afford. The gang is one of the goofiest ever committed to celluloid; even at their most depraved, they're about as scary as the motorcycle morons in EVERY WHICH WAY BUT LOOSE.

It should come as no surprise, then, when these geniuses: A) stop off at an isolated "monastery" that sports an evil-looking symbol over the entrance and B) chow down on bread and wine offered by strangers-- scary-looking hooded creeps led by weird-movie icon Severn Darden and C) can't figure out what's going on when, time after time, they camp out for the night and lose several of their number to "wild beasts…."

As veteran exploitation fans should expect, there are more Wheels than Werewolves here; the lycanthropes appear briefly, and the photography is so dark it's hard to see them anyway. However, there is some gratuitous nudity courtesy of a fairly attractive biker-babe, not to mention brief but splashy gore scenes. This includes some ahead-of-its-time eyeball violence. There are better werewolf flicks around, but fans of flesh and blood won't go away empty-handed.

This film is about the 'Devil's Advocates', a 1970s biker gang that is evil. They are so evil that at some dopey satanic ritual, one of them gives their soul to Mr. Evil and as a consequence, she is turned into a werewolf!(???).

I enjoy watching bad films. I am not talking about boring bad films, but ineptly made and laughably bad films. You know, like the films of Ed Wood, Al Adamson, Larry Buchanan and William Grefe (just to name a few). These films all have the common thread of being so cheaply made that they are good for a laugh--particularly if you watch them with friends. Because of this, I assumed that a cheap film called "Werewolves on Wheels" would be exactly the sort of biker film for me! However, it turned out to be simply bad--unwatchable and unbelievably dull. Aside from when a few nude scenes sprinkled here and there occurred, I had to struggle to stay awake seeing this turkey. In fact, it might just be the perfect cure for insomnia! The film's biggest problem is the pacing. All too often, the film just seems to go on and on and on--like the director had never heard of editing. Too often, the gang members just blathered and drank with no particularly goal in mind other than to just fill up the screen with SOMETHING. In fact, it appears that there really was no script or dialog written for much of the film--they just improvised and every improvisation apparently went into the movie. A great example is the beginning of the film where absolutely nothing of interest happened for the first 15-20 minutes!! There was a bit of gang violence, but it wasn't particularly violent. Much of this time the gang just laid around belching and laughing.

The next big problem is I wanted to see lots of bikers with wolf-man makeup riding their choppers. Sadly, this isn't the case. You don't even get to see any werewolves until the end of the film. The only other attack before this is done in silhouette (cop-out) and there is no transformation scene at all--just two measly people wearing what appear to be werewolf masks bought from a local store---good ones, but still, just masks. Plus, to make matters worse, the werewolves are amazingly easy to kill--you just light them on fire and watch 'em burn!

Overall, the movie is brain-numbingly dull throughout and even the werewolf scenes are dull--offering no respite for the audience. And, speaking of no respite, while the theme music initially seemed pretty cool, it was repeated so often that I was looking for some relief from this droning and annoying music! An awful and stupid film.

If you want to see a bad but fun biker film, I suggest you try "Born Losers", "Satan's Sadists" or "She-Devils on Wheels". All these films are silly but lovable bad films---whereas "Werewolves on Wheels" simply sucks.

Summary: If you liked "Race With The Devil", this is about 2/3 as good but is worthwhile for fans of the genre to check out due to the somewhat unusual quality of its viewpoint and style.

It's cheaply made, exploitative...and a perfect representative of its genre. A few touches make it noteworthy if you live for the B-card: the funky surf-music soundtrack, a few surrealistic camera touches, the endless road scenes, the naked snakedance.

Of course it's also incoherent, saddled with a mechanically downbeat ending that totally betrays the setup of the beginning, and let's face it; when you have zero budget you save the werewolf effects for one or two scenes at the end of the movie.

Get the DVD and listen to the commentary track - the filmmakers talk about how there are about 6 "real" actors and everyone else is crew and actual bikers (this movie does get points for authenticity in look and feel) and it's entertaining to listen to them reminisce about making movies in those days and how the, um, "props" were 100% authentic and the movie was kind of a rolling party that they happened to bring some cameras to.

Like most things, the kind of thing you'll like if you like that kind of thing, that kind of thing in this case being crappy outlaw/devil movies from the 1970s. If you're a fan of the genre you'll like this, otherwise if you liked Easy Rider, Race with the Devil and Werewolf of Woodstock, and don't want to take the time to watch all of them, this is kind of a compressed verion of all three movies.

Wild and rambunctious outlaw biker gang the Devil's Advocates get their sick kicks terrorizing the back roads of America. They meet their match when they stumble across a cult of evil Satanic monks led by One (Severn Darden in fine freaky form), who puts a werewolf curse on the bikers after the gang disrupts one of their ceremonies.

Director/co-writer Michel Levesque and co-writer David M. Anderson offer a truly offbeat and inspired blend of the biker and horror genres that has its own distinctly trippy vibe to it. Naturally, there's also a satisfying smattering of grotty violence and tasty gratuitous female nudity, the bikers are an authentically nasty and scuzzy bunch of antisocial hairballs, and the heavy subtext concerning fate, karma, and destiny adds a semblance of genuine artistic merit to the seriously nutty proceedings. The game cast tackle the crazy material with commendable gusto and conviction: Stephen Oliver as rough'n'tumble leader Adam, D.J. Anderson as foxy motorcycle mama Helen (her spirited nude dance sequence with the monks rates as a definite sexy highlight), Billy Gray as the easygoing Pill, Barry McGuire as the brooding Scarf, Deuce Berry as gloomy doomsayer Tarot, and Gray Johnson as the happy-go-lucky Movie. Isidore Mankofsky's polished cinematography provides some occasionally striking hallucinatory visual flourishes. Don Gere's supremely groovy score hits the right-on funky spot. An enjoyable oddity.

This was yet another of the obscure werewolf movies I recently discovered and unlike some of those others, this one deserves that obscurity! I mean, it's just pointless blather among friends whether at a diner, the desert, or a former church where satanic rituals are performed. While there are some killings where a werewolf seems to be the one responsible some of the time, that creature is not really seen until nearly the end. I did like some of the songs playing on the soundtrack but that's it. So on that note, Werewolves on Wheels is not recommended.

If you are in the mood to watch a bunch of bikers riding around and getting up to all kind of antics, this might be your cup of tea. If you are looking for a horror movie, you'll be sadly disappointed.

I think this could have been an interesting movie if it had been better done. It is a novel concept and could have gone in some unique directions. I'd love to see a remake that focused on the horror aspect. The title implies that you have biker werewolves but the monster part of the movie seems like it was put in as an aside. There is very little horror in this film and it is more implied than seen. Again, this film is more about a stereotypical biker lifestyle than a horror movie. That being said, I was quite surprised by a lot of the seemingly homoerotic scenes in the film (lots of guys holding on to one another and rolling around). I did find myself incredibly bored by the whole thing and it took me a couple of days to get through it. Watching bikers ride and act out doesn't float my boat. You don't see an actual werewolf until the movie has played over an hour and that is in the dark. And these bad bikers, who have terrorized everyone they've come in contact with run like a bunch of pansies.

The ending was quite convoluted and make little sense which didn't help my overall opinion of the movie.

The best parts of the movie were the soundtrack and the monk ritual. However, I don't understand how a satanic ritual resulted in someone becoming a werewolf. That was a new one.

If you are a biker or a fan of the biker exploitation genre, it MIGHT be worth a watch. But then again, maybe not. If you are looking for horror, look elsewhere.

With a name like Werewolves on Wheels,this movie had the potential to be great. But it's the exact opposite.It combines all the worst elements of biker movies and THE worst acting ever. A third of the movie is them riding in the desert while some crappy hippie music plays.Sadly,that will be the best part of the movie. Anyway,this movie is about a homeless motorcycle gang that likes to beat up really old people,when they're not rolling on the ground and hugging each other. So they go to some satanic church and just lay down in front of it.The satanists come out and give them wine and giant Ritz crackers.They pass out and the leaders girlfriend dances naked for the satanists.The bikers wake up,beat up all the satanists and leave. People start dying and they assume it's the satanists so they start to go back but then the leader turns into a werewolf(he even looks like a werewolf when he's in human form). They quickly and easily make torches and chase him on his motorcycle,set him on fire and he crashes and explodes. Then they go back to the satanic church to eat and drink more. Stupid.

An evil biker gang falls out with a bunch of devil-worshipping monks. This film really doesn't deserve a more detailed synopsis than that, and it's certainly not getting one from me.

There is a lot of praise for this film on IMDb, so let's consider the good points. The cinematography in this biker/werewolf movie isn't bad (the night scenes, of which there are many, are well lit), there are some decent songs on the soundtrack, and a young lady prances around attractively topless for a couple of minutes. I was 19 in 1971, when this was made, and that last element would have been a major selling point at that moment in history. I still regard it as a plus, but it doesn't count for as much as it once did in a film, if I'm honest.

On the negative side, we have a negligible and very familiar story, a poor script, bad acting, and an interminable (and very boring, notwithstanding the jiggling boobies) black magic ritual.

So, sorry to be a dissenting voice, but this is actually a load of old rubbish, decently filmed.