I liked the odd 1950's biker slang. "He's allergic to electricity," one says, referring to one who apparently committed a murder they show in a confused flashback at the end. He's distressed at the thought of the electric chair. His friends weren't very sensitive.
Like a cross between The Wild One and some of the films of Kenneth Anger but with implied incest. It didn't have much plot. Bikers arrive at a roadside restaurant. They meet up there so they continue to Daytona to see the races, but they're delayed when one of them needs a repair on his motorcycle. Willem Dafoe briefly befriends a girl in Corvette. They get a motel room, but they shouldn't have parked the Corvette in front because her wealthy, heavily armed father sees it and stops to investigate.
I see bikers now riding around on their stupid-looking choppers. There's one guy in town who has to ride with both arms raised straight over his head to reach the handlebars. Is that comfortable or enjoyable? The big giant motorcycles they ride in this movie looked much more comfortable, like driving an extremely dangerous convertible. The bikers dress in black leather but don't wear helmets.
Dafoe's first starring role. Katheryn Bigelow and Monty Mongomery's directorial debuts.
Available on The Criterion Channel and is free on Tubi, Freevee, Pluto, Xumo, Plex and Roku Channel.
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