Werewolves on Wheels

Werewolves on Wheels is a case crappy filmmaking, which was perhaps due to the amount of weed smoked by both the actors and the crew. From the shots of the gang riding motorcycles on desert roads, it’s completely obvious that it was inspired by Hopper’s Easy Rider. However, the film’s cast is a bland bunch of bumpkins led by Adam, who is not a charismatic badass, but just an insipid dolt with a big ego. Even a supporting character, an Indian named Tarot, is more interesting because he has intuition and is the only one in the film who actually thinks. More should have been done with the werewolf motif, which comes into play late in the plot, and the would-be horror scenes don’t have even a bit of charm in any of the paramaters of horror (i.e. they are not scary, disgusting nor made in a formalistically interesting way). In a few weeks, my only memory of the film will perhaps be the pretty naked biker chick dancing in an occult ceremony. And in a few months, I will remember nothing of Werewolves on Wheels. (08/05/2020)