This isn't EASY RIDER or THE WILD ONE. Its moody atmosphere plays more like a meeting of Kenneth Anger and David Lynch. Eerie bright colors, an aura of sleazy cool, homoerotic imagery, long lingering shots, smoky score and hip soundtrack. I found it fascinating and it unexpectedly drew me into its world. Some of the performances are weak and some of the writing is corny, but ultimately these flaws just add to the sense of iconography at play, a mythical recreation of archetypes from another era.

Didn't really like this, I'm not into bikers or the '50s, I only saw this because I added all of Bigelow's movies to my queue a while back for some reason that I've forgotten. I also really didn't need to see Willem Dafoe's balls.

The movie that single handedly made me want to be a 1950's biker.