Miss Wilkes Review: WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS

A WEREWOLF DRIVES A MOTORCYCLE, AND THAT'S ALL THAT NEEDS TO BE SAID

★★★☆☆ (Good for One Viewing)

Director: John Grissmer

1987

Werewolves on Wheels is a snapshot of a time that will never happen again unless there’s an apocalypse and road warriors take over. Bands of grizzled men who ride hogs with their “old ladies” as they terrorize shopkeepers, do acid, and have drunk orgies without consequence is the kind of trouble you only see in the 1970s. Werewolves on Wheels is Easy Rider for the horror fanatic, a movie that gives you everything the post-hippie era is known for: freedom of youth, groovy visuals, biker lingo, mysticism, a woman dancing naked with a snake, and a refreshing brotherhood between men who aren’t afraid to admit their love for one another. This bond is tested when one of them becomes a werewolf.

I laughed when I wrote that.