Die Engel des Satans

William Grefé is among the very worst directors of the 60s-70s, with such crap as "Death Curse of Tartu", "Sting of Death", "Impulse" and "Stanley" among his many achievements in film making. Most of these were filmed near his home in Florida...around the Everglades, Miami and Jupiter. And, they were done CHEAPLY...very, very cheaply. Al Adamson, Ray Dennis Steckler and Ed Wood all are about as good...or infamous...as Grefé.

Of all the films he made, "The Wild Rebels" is probably the best...which isn't saying much since I giver it a 3. It's not good...but compared to the rest of his films, it' practically an art film!

Rod is a race car driver who is frankly tired of one too many accidents, so he's decided to quit. Shortly after this, he's approached by the leader of a biker gang, as they want to hire Rod to be their getaway driver in a series of robberies. He naturally refuses but is convinced later by the police to return to them and accept their offer.

The problem with so much of the film is that it doesn't seem to know where it's going. This is especially true as Rod supposedly works for the police...though there's no coordination or plan. And, because of that, he nearly gets killed during the course of a bank robbery and getaway. Additionally, the acting and dialog seem pretty amateurish. But on the plus side, it's really not boring and occasionally it even manages to be more or less competent. Not a glowing endorsement, but for the director, this is high praise indeed.

By the way, if you do watch this film, note that the police must all be legally blind and stupid. See the last 10 minutes of the movie and you'll see what I mean!

Wild Rebels is fun in a bad way, but also frustrating due to the actual good, or at least workable, elements in the story. It deals with a race car driver (Steve Alaimo) who gets mixed up in a group of bikers called Satan's Angels, who hang around a lot until they decide to rob a bank. Meanwhile Alaimo also gets recruited by the cops to report back to them what the Angels are up to and where they'll rob next. It's not even that the film is really too 'dated', though it does of course carry the significantly crude and stupid music in the film (from the band on stage in one scene, to Alaimo "performing" if you could call that drek that, to the regular generic score).

It's just that there's not more care taken by the filmmaker into putting a little more logic, direction, and better actors for the parts. As it is I didn't have a major disliking towards the film, as I did with the Hellcats, but it almost left me a little indifferent to it all, too. What could come through as being unpredictable only comes through with stupid things like the name of the Florida town ('Citrusville' ho-ho). So it's not completely un-worthy then of its Mystery Science Theater 3000 status as of late. The commentary is good on the movie, even if once or twice I almost wanted to hear what the characters on screen were saying in case it might have some worth. Wild Rebels might be more of a good time if you've got a six-pack and low expectations, but as it is I wouldn't watch it again.

This movie was lacking in a lot of areas. It's about this Elvis type guy who races cars and is approached by these BIKERS from SATANS ANGELS. One of them is named Banjo and they beat up college kids for fun. THey want the Elvis guy to be their "driver". At times, I wanted the folks from MSTK3000 to be quiet because the movie was actually kind of good. Sure, there was violence and a lot of cheesy lines, such as "What kind of beer do you want? A COLD ONE". That was cheesy. The dude who plays Banjo is a great boxer and I was glad to see him do a few fight scenes. Also, the biker named FATS had a NAZI SWASTIKA on his jacket!!! That was pretty bold if I must say so myself.

Legendary pop star Steve Alaimo ("Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying") stars as an unlikable stock car racer whose career has hit the skids (ha ha) because he constantly crashes his car (or as he laments, "I'm tired of being run down by every grease monkey that gets behind the wheel"). He falls into a bad crowd of humorously inept Nazi bikers, improbably named Jeeter, Banjo, Fats, and, er, Linda. Fats is the most likable of the bunch; he took a surfboard to the back of the skull and now only communicates through grunts, sort of a Harley Davidson Leatherface.

Anyway, Steve is fooled by the cops into catching the dastardly crooks in the middle of one of their bank robberies. The gang only robs banks for "kicks, man". I guess they give the money to charity. Steve fails constantly, the bikers get greasier, and the whole thing never comes off as daring because it's so dull. This movie looks like it was filmed through a grease-soaked paper towel. Not since "Necromantic" has a movie so trampled my soul.

The guy who played Fats went on to direct "Deranged", the Ed Gein biopic starring Robert Blossom.

Anyway, in summary: Wild Rebels: Hilarious on MST3K, dreadful everywhere else.

Steve Alaimo takes time from his musical career to star as a washed-up stock car racer. He gets recruited by a motorcycle gang whose outfits tastefully combine the worst of ragpickers' work and Nazi memorabilia. After they beat up random guys in a bar because, they get Alaimo to be their getaway driver in their latest fund-raising expedition. What they don't know is he's an undercover cop.

Everyone is thoroughly unlikable, but the technical issues are decently covered; it's a constant mystery to me that there are plenty of fine cameramen -- even if their only previous run as DP was THE WILD WOMEN OF WONGO -- sound technicians and mixers, but writing a story and characters that you can care about remains a mystery. Never mind. There's a well-shot final shootout in the well of a lighthouse, with lots of overhead shots. Doubtless it's all symbolic, man. Woohoo.