J.C.

I collect bad biker movies. The more painful, the better. This one is king of them all. The worst biker film, indeed the worst film of any kind. I can't watch it in one sitting. In fact, it's hard to get to the opening credits in one sitting. If you ever see it, you will understand. The opening credits started rolling, and I mistakenly believed it was the closing credits and started rejoicing. The intro is that long. And bad. And painful.

I mean, I understand low budget films, I've even worked on one myself, but they could have taken up a collection for clean underwear for the lead character if they in fact felt it was that important to have the lead character roll around in his underwear. And apparently they did.

The scene where .....nevermind....its just too painful a memory.

J.C. Masters is a long hair hippie biker who spends his days smoking weed in Alabama. He's bad at his construction job and quits with his black friend David Little. He reads about injustices in society and hates being harassed by racist rednecks. He leads his friends to return to his racist home town and his beloved sister.

This is a biker B-movie all the way. J.C.'s start is not appealing as a slacker hippie. Instead of being a bad worker, he should face discrimination by his redneck boss which would build up rooting interest for him and his black friend. It tries to do racial justice but it doesn't do it well. The racist town gets pretty good once they get there but it starts off with an annoying diatribe by a biker chick. The dialog is generally clunky but it gets to something interesting every once in awhile.

In the first 10 min. of this retelling of the Christ story the boom mike is visible in half the shots. D minus.

A good drinking game would be to take a shot every time you see the boom mic.

Here's a movie for biker film enthusiasts. Its about a hippy biker who quits his job and leads his gang back to his hometown, which is run by racist cops! Unsurprisingly, the black biker gang member is huckled by the redneck police on a minor drugs charge and beaten up, leading J. C. and his gang to seek vengeance. You can guess by the initials of the title character, that he and his followers see him as some kind of messiah. I wouldn't say this is very deep stuff though, but it had some decent dramatics and suspense at times. Additionally, it's a boom-mic spotters delight, with that damned mic dropping into view left, right and centre throughout.