Vashirdfel Simply A Masterpiece

Curapedi I cannot think of one single thing that I would change about this film. The acting is incomparable, the directing deft, and the writing poignantly brilliant.

Juana what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

Geraldine The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

Scott LeBrun Master exploitation filmmaker Herschell Gordon Lewis tries his hand at the biker genre that really took off the following year with "Easy Rider". Here he gets fair results, with a screenplay credited to his then-wife, Allison Louise Downe. It functions more as a series of bits than a real story, and overall it's kind of mild. Those people expecting the fireworks produced by his renowned gore films will be disappointed.The Man-Eaters, the all-female motorcycle gang depicted in this non-epic, are never terribly threatening or much of a danger to society. Mostly they love to recite poetry, help themselves to an assortment of studs, and race. One of their number is Karen (Christie Wagner), who joined a while back despite the objections of her boyfriend Ted (Rodney Bedell). Their "mascot" is a sweet faced, upbeat gal named Honey Pot (Nancy Lee Noble). And the official leader of the gang is the swaggering Queen (Betty Connell). They cause trouble for themselves when they rumble with a male gang led by Joe-Boy (John Weymer).We do see the aftermath of some rather nasty violence, but the only hilarious bit of gruesomeness comes from a decapitation near the end. The movie offers some fun, but it never reaches the lunatic heights of HGLs' best known work. This viewer can see why some trash lovers - even those who are fans of HGL - might consider it boring.The acting is pretty rough and amateurish, but the performers are entertaining enough to watch anyway. Connell does have some charisma, and corpulent Pat Poston some screen presence.This is lesser HGL, but even lesser HGL is not completely without entertainment value.Six out of 10.

gavin6942 An all-female motorcycle gang, called 'The Maneaters' hold motorcycle races, as well as terrorize the residents of a small Florida town, and clash off against an all-male rival gang of hot-riders.I don't know whether it was the original camera used or the way the negative was preserved, this is one of of Lewis' best-looking films in terms of cinematography. To be fair, some (like "Gruesome Twosome") have completely deteriorated, but "She-Devils" shows that these movies may not be quite as bad as they're often made out to be.Already near the beginning, we know this is not going to be your usual "female biker" film (if there is such a thing). We have what can only be described as an "orgy" scene, where the women apparently keep a stable of men for pleasure purposes, no romance allowed. How a feminist would interpret this is beyond me -- empowering, or male wish fulfillment?

Woodyanders The vicious all-female biker gang the Man-Eaters terrorize a small town, treat guys like tasty slabs of prime beef, and engage in a fierce turf war with a rival bunch of male hot-rodders. Boy, does this wonderfully wretched cinematic swill possess all the right wrong stuff to rate highly as a choice chunk of lovably low-rent celluloid refuse: the fumbling (mis)direction by legendary goremeister Herschell Gordon Lewis, gaudy psychedelic segue-ways, ragged editing, rough, unpolished cinematography, limply staged action scenes, badly recorded dialogue that's occasionally incomprehensible, coy euphemisms ("mother fuzz"), implied lesbianism, some truly dreadful impromptu poetry, lots of gut-busting cheesy lines ("Go fumigate yourself, craphead!"), a decent smattering of splatter (a grisly barbed wire decapitation is especially awesome and impressive), a couple of uproariously lame'n'tame orgies (everyone keeps their clothes on!), and hilariously horrendous acting all ensure that this film is frequently amusing and always enjoyable in its jaw-dropping shoddiness. The gals who portrayal the Man-Eaters all give endearingly awful performances, with stand-out stinky turns by Betty Connell as hard-as-nails leader queen, Pat Poston as the dumpy and brassy Whitey, the incredibly cute Nancy Lee Noble as eager and adorable newbie Honey Pot, and Christie Wagner as the sweet Karen. Larry Wellington's gnarly reverb surf guitar blastin' score and the insanely groovy theme song "Get Off the Road" both hit the right-on rockin' spot. A total cruddy hoot.

lastliberal I am waiting for my copy of The Wizard of Gore to arrive in the mail, so I thought I would check out this Herschell Gordon Lewis work. Having on seen Blood Feast and Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat, I wasn't prepared for the total lack of anything worthwhile in this film.So bad it's good? No, this film is just plain bad. The dialog was laughable, the fights were pathetic, and the orgies? Well, I imagine a room full of middle schoolers would put on a better show.If this was someone's imagination of what a female biker gang was like, then I will skip them in the future. The worst thing they did in Hedley, Florida was take a soda away from a little girl. Some tough broads! They wouldn't last five seconds there today.I am so disappointed at Lewis. I sure hope that The Wizard of Gore is not as bad as this film.