Backed by
Quentin Tarantino, HELL RIDE is inspired by the motorcycle gang exploitation films of the '60s and '70s, and writer-director-star Bishop has a track record in the genre. He gets all the trappings right: There are plenty of shots of our heroes on the open road, as well as plenty of butts, breasts, and babes in between the murders and other felonies. But
Hell Ride lacks an actual storyline; the thin plot can't support Bishop's fondness for over-the-top violence and sex. Other scenes -- like Pistolero's peyote-aided vision quest -- have more to do with referencing similar sequences in cheapie biker flicks of the past than they do with telling a coherent, connected story that moves forward and keeps viewers' interest.
Hell Ride is also amazingly sexist; female characters are either potty-mouthed sex kittens or speechless, topless set dressing. The film's big revelation of Pistolero's motivation to avenge Cherokee's death is as cliched as it is obvious, and it's not enough of a revelation to make us want to root for the cold-blooded murderers that Bishop has set up as his anti-heroes. Hell Ride is greasy and grimy, grim and gritty, and full of Bishop's evident love for biker-gang movies from the past. Unfortunately, it's just not very good.