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Like it or not, Werewolves On Wheels is the undisputed best of the biker/werewolf sub-genre. A chillin' little B-movie, that is well aware that it is a B-movie, hence the title. You can really tell these guys had fun making this. We begin with a biker gang riding across country. These aren't just any bikers, they're The Devil's Advocates, so we already know they're mean mothers. In reality, The Devil's Advocates are a bunch of crude, obnoxious drug-addicts on motorcycles, who like to think they're in cahoots with the Devil, but lately, there is some kind of evil hovering over them. As luck would have it, there is a psychic in the group, so, you know that he'll shed some light on the situation so they can locate this evil, and kick its ass. They decide that a nearby satanic church is the root of their alleged problems, once they arrive, they're distracted by all the free wine from the satanic monks, which gives them the chance to place a curse on The Devil's Advocates. A curse that would leave, at least one of them a werewolf. Now, with all of this going on, the guys decide to take it to the desert, so they can clear their heads, and say their ooblah-dooblah's, but, not before kicking all the monk's asses. Now, among the wide-open freedom of the desert, The Devil's Advocates can get as drunk, high, and rowdy as they please. The only problem is, every time everyone passes out, someone gets torn to shreds. Who knows? Maybe the psychic can help matters. Probably not, though.

Werewolves on Wheels, above all, is a good old-fashion fun B-movie, without a lot of thought put into continuity, or script, for that matter. They just went out there and entertained the drive-in crowd that it was clearly intended for. True, they could have explained things a little better, and the killings could have been better/gorier, but the atmosphere, score, and of course, the cheesy entertainment value more than make up for the flaws. For a much better example of a werewolf movie, check out Ginger Snaps, and for a much better example of life in the desert, check out The Chooper. Werewolves On Wheels certainly isn't one of the all time greats in werewolf horror, but as far as the biker/werewolf sub genre goes, look no further, because Werewolves On Wheels is the measuring stick. 7/10

I can't give this high marks because a lot was left unrevealed, as if there was no cohesive story from the start. Was there symbology in the grime-covered skin of the Satanists transferring over to the bikers as they scuffle, only for the last bikers to fall into the life of deviltry? Was there symbolism in the free and savage outlaw lifestyle of bikers who simply followed their leader, who then turn into tribal dust-covered chanters around a campfire? Was there symbolism in the monks removing everything holy from the church and making it their own, leading unknown bikers to use their land for partying, thinking Christian monks would leave them to their own devices, not knowing that Satanic monks would force themselves onto them? It was entertaining enough though. The soundtrack helped invoke the carefree outlaw biker feel along with grit and decadence. Seemingly asexual character Tarot was the spiritual voice of reason that could save the day, while leader Adam was too mean and angry to hear reason, and the rest were just Yes Men to Adam, but Tarot also lacks conviction and faith, depending too much on his own understanding to convince others to act differently. As bikers go, it definitely had the feel, as werewolves go, it could have used a lot more. I didn't like the intensity of the Satanic rituals but you can't say Tarot didn't try to turn the others away.

This was a cool, funky little film, kind of an attempt to mix Easy Rider with any werewolf film. The Devils Advocates are a dirty, sleazy, nasty biker gang who live on the road, stopping only to sleep, drink and screw. When they stop one night at the foot of a Satanic Temple, and are offered food and drink by the monks, their life on the road gets a little weirder.

No, sadly, you really don't get to see hairy werewolves howling maniacally as they drive down dark highways illuminated by the full moon. What you do get is an attempt at artiness, as scenes are intercut with shots of black birds wheeling through the still air, a drugged girl dances naked before a fire as deranged monks deliver a spooky chant and a tarot reader displays talents more accurate than many I've seen in the movies. There's some absolutely hysterical additional dialogue and parts of the film almost have a documentary type feel to it. No, it's not the worlds most flawless film by any means, but it's better than a lot of the crap that was coming out around the same time. It has a realistic grittiness to it, yet at the same time possesses an ethereal atmosphere. It was just funky enough to impress me.

I have wanted to see this movie for YEARS, considering it has one of the greatest titles ever. What I was hoping for was bikers riding along in full wolfman makeup, like the poster suggests. What I got was hippies galavanting across a desert and two(I think its two, it might be just one) members of the crew change into wolf form within the last 2-3 minutes of the movie. I can't say that I think it's art, unless you can watch 'Manos, the Hands of Fate" and think that's art...attempted art, I suppose. To be clear, this movie is NOT as bad as Manos, as very few movies ever made are awful to that degree. Still, the title made me think I would enjoy this movie enthusiastically as it implies the kind of shlocky camp I find amusing and I came away incredibly disappointed...and bored.

A gang of bikers are partying on the grounds of an old monastery, when they are approached by a cult of Satan worshipers- who are acting to bring forth the bride of Satan.

They promptly drug the men, and seize one of the women for ceremonial purposes.

As the bikers wake up, they realize she is gone and head off to attack the cult members who are in the middle of a ritual. But not before they are marked, and she gets turned...

Not that you could tell, before she is triggered by an image in the fire, and attacks her boyfriend...turning him, as well.

Together they kill a couple of the bikers.

But the gang isn't too phased by it, because they head back off on their "run" after burying the bodies.

However, they don't make it too far. A sandstorm rolls through, and- like something out of the bermuda triangle- they are suddenly gone. Having been whisked away to the middle of the desert.

Where they are stuck until the couple turns back into werewolves and are burned to death. After which the gang- inexplicably- makes their way out of the desert, toward the Satanists- whom they plan to kill. Only to be initiated into the cult.

This film makes literally no sense. The plot elements are completely disconnected from one another, and the story makes little to no attempt to bridge these gaps with any sort of plausible narrative. It's really poor storytelling, at best.

The acting also sucks. And the werewolves could have literally been anything...vampires (which it seemed like at first)...swamp monsters...bigfoot...aliens...literally...f*cking...anything could have been thrown in there the way they have it set up.

Do yourselves a favour and pass this one by.

3 out of 10.

With a name like Werewolves on Wheels,this movie had the potential to be great. But it's the exact opposite.It combines all the worst elements of biker movies and THE worst acting ever. A third of the movie is them riding in the desert while some crappy hippie music plays.Sadly,that will be the best part of the movie. Anyway,this movie is about a homeless motorcycle gang that likes to beat up really old people,when they're not rolling on the ground and hugging each other. So they go to some satanic church and just lay down in front of it.The satanists come out and give them wine and giant Ritz crackers.They pass out and the leaders girlfriend dances naked for the satanists.The bikers wake up,beat up all the satanists and leave. People start dying and they assume it's the satanists so they start to go back but then the leader turns into a werewolf(he even looks like a werewolf when he's in human form). They quickly and easily make torches and chase him on his motorcycle,set him on fire and he crashes and explodes. Then they go back to the satanic church to eat and drink more. Stupid.

A biker gang, The Devil's Advocates, is driving desert roads, perhaps a little lost. At a resting spot, some hooded monks serve them wine and bread, and they pass out. The monks have some sort of satanic ritual with the girlfriend of the gang's leader, who they call the bride of Satan. She winds up dancing on a table nude, when the bikers come to, grabbing her, and beating up the monks.

They hit the road again, but something's wrong. Whenever they stop, some of their members die, apparently killed by wild beasts.

At one point, the movie almost seems like a parody of a classic Universal monster movie, when a wolfman is riding on a motorcycle (!) being chased by bikers on their motorcycles who are wielding torches. What, no pitchforks?

I saw this on an old videotape, full-frame. If it was shot in widescreen, I'm sure it looks better that way, what with the desert locations. Still, the visuals are pretty nice at times, as when the bikers disappear in a cloud of smoke and the camera quickly pulls back from a truck. There's also a neat old gas station, with old-fashioned glass-topped pumps that actually need to be *pumped* with a lever.

The instrumental guitar songs on the soundtrack are enjoyable. A real fuzzed-out rock sound.

To the extent that it's not all that good, hey at least it's not that long either. The ending is weird, but maybe it's supposed to be a little trippy, man!

Way way back in 1971 this movie played on a double bill with SIMON, KING OF THE WITCHES. No I did not see them back then, I was only 6. Now I have both films on VHS. When I heard WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS was now out on DVD I wondered if I wanted to upgrade my copy so I went up to the attic, dug out my old VHS print and blew the dust off it. Three days later after the dust had settled and I could find the door I went downstairs to watch it again.

Yes it is still a fun film but don't expect to see too much of the title character(s). Most of the film deals with a heck-raisin' biker gang called The Devil's Advocates. They tear through small towns scaring the bejeebers out of the plain 'ol country folk, have mini orgies in the back of their van and guzzle beer until the collapse in the dirt. Pretty much they behave the way a scriptwriter believes a biker gang would behave. Anyway, this particular gang makes the mistake of making a pit stop on land belonging to some monks. The brown robed, Gregorian chanting group offer the bikers free bread and wine which you just know is doped. When the leader Adam (Stephen Oliver) wakes up he discovers the cowled ones have spirited his old lady Helen (D. J. Anderson) away to perform a ritual to make her Satan's Bride. Well this does not sit well with the gang who promptly kick some monk butt and rescue Helen. So all is well now? Far from it!

Things go pretty much back to normal until the next full moon; that's when the bikers start turning up dead. Their bodies are ripped apart like . . .well . . . like some wild beast had gotten to them. With their limited intelligence the bikers think the monks are following them, ah but the answer is worse than that!

For a movie that is 2/3rd's biker film and 1/3rd scary movie WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS is not all that bad. The low budget really shows though, especially when it comes to the victims. One slow motion closeup of a throat-ripped corpse falling into the camera is repeated twice! Oh sure, the editing is tighter the second time but you can still tell it is the same scene from earlier. When we finally get to see the werewolf the makeup is pretty effective; sadly the growling of the enraged beast is nothing more than a 10 second loop that is played over and over again on the soundtrack. The wolfman ultimately leaps on a Harley to escape the torch wielding bikers for a chase scene that lasts less than a minute. At least they justified the title.

Performances are okay. Stephen Oliver is best remembered by TV buffs from the old series "Bracken's World" where he played an angry-young-man type under contract to a movie studio. Severn Darden pops up as "One" the leader of the Satanic monks. He can also be seen in BATTLE FOR THE PLANET OF THE APES and CONQUEST OF THE PLANET OF THE APES. A nice surprise is singer Barry McGuire in a dramatic role. He was a one-hit wonder in the 60's with his song "Eve Of Destruction". Watch for former child actor Billy Gray ("Father Knows Best") far less squeaky clean as a member of the biker gang. Deuce Barry walks away with much of the film as Tarot, a card reading mystic who predicts dangers for the gang which, in true movie tradition, nobody listens to until it is way too late.

It was kind of fun watching this movie again. So will I get the DVD version? Well sure it is letterboxed and remastered and all that but I also discovered I kinda like my VHS print with the splices and emulsion scratches. It looks just like a print that might have run in some seedy grindhouse in a bad part of town all those years ago. No, I will keep the print I have. It is worth far more to me in memories.

I first saw this movie on VHS when I spent a year in Sydney, Australia. There was a Civic Video just off the red light district of Kings Cross that had a stash of low budget horror movies and other obscure titles. This was manna from heaven for me as I rented them all. One of them was Werewolves on Wheels, a film I had first read about in the essential tome Incredibly Strange Films by the Re:Search publishing house.

A biker gang break bread with the members of a local Satanist church and then start to change.

Let's check off what this movie has all present and correct-

• Great movie title- check

• Great movie poster- check

• Great soundtrack- check

• Great plot- no, nope, NOPE!

It's such a shame when a movie has so much going for it but forgets about a plot or any kind of narrative for an audience who isn't stoned.

Werewolves on Wheels is too much wheels and not enough werewolves.

This was yet another of the obscure werewolf movies I recently discovered and unlike some of those others, this one deserves that obscurity! I mean, it's just pointless blather among friends whether at a diner, the desert, or a former church where satanic rituals are performed. While there are some killings where a werewolf seems to be the one responsible some of the time, that creature is not really seen until nearly the end. I did like some of the songs playing on the soundtrack but that's it. So on that note, Werewolves on Wheels is not recommended.

Werewolves on Wheels is a wonderful title, conjuring up images of snarling wolf-men astride gleaming chopper bikes, the wind whipping through their hair as they ride through the night. Unfortunately, there's nothing remotely like that in this z-grade piece of drive-in crud that blends the popular 70s biker and Satanic horror genres to terrible effect.

The film starts with biker gang the Devil's Advocates fighting with rednecks, drinking, smoking dope and generally having a wild time. After a while, they head out towards a strange looking church where they are confronted by monks, who give them bread and wine; when the bikers have finished eating and drinking, they all pass out and the monks conduct a Satanic ritual. One of the biker women gets up and joins in with the ceremony, stripping off and gyrating with a snake and a skull. Then the rest of the bikers wake up, have a scrap with the monks, grab the naked bird and leave.

In the desert, the bikers continue with their debauched lifestyle (drinking, loving, repeatedly chanting 'Oobla doobla') until a couple of them turn up dead, seemingly attacked by wild animals. The rest of the film sees the gang building a few fires, drinking some more, arguing, fighting, sleeping, rolling down a sand dune in slow motion, searching for their friend Movie, and collecting wood (for another fire), before a couple of them are finally revealed to be a werewolves (and rather ropey looking ones at that). One of the werewolves does hop onto its bike to be chased by the bikers, but the whole scene is too dark to properly make out what is happening.

The terrible ending makes very little sense. Everyone gets dirty faces (Hells Angels with Dirty Faces) and the monks show up for a little more occult nonsense. To be honest, I'd given up trying to follow what was happening long before.

WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS is a cheapo early '70s independent movie that screams "shot on a budget". Some maverick producers had the idea of riding the wave of not one but two '70s film trends, the biker flick and the horror movie, combining them into an unwieldy and unwelcome concoction to say the least.

Of course, with that title this film is irresistible, but it's also rather dull. Horror fans hoping for werewolf action will be disappointed to learn that the werewolf scenes are limited to a couple of brief fights and murders with characters wearing what look like reject masks from an old Lon Chaney movie.

For much of the running time this is a straightforward biker flick, padded out with some very bad acting and lots scenes of bikers riding down an empty highway in the blazing sunshine while music blares on the soundtrack. There are no sympathetic or even interesting characters here, the horror feels very lukewarm, and lots of scenes are shot in the dark so you can't see what's going on. Seriously, it's not very good.

A wild & crazed biker gang gets changed into werewolves by black hooded monks in a creepy castle! Where's Boris Karloff when you need him?

Cheesy,campy, dumb and dumber, yet this early 70s flick is a "masterpiece" of howling fun. Child-star Billy Gray looks and acts like a "real" biker. "Cult" legend Severn Darden steals the show by giving a frightening performance as a warlock named "One"! YIKES! The opening scene as the motorcycle gangs cruises down a lonely desert highway almost equals the impressive opening scene of the 1967 classic, Hell's Angels On Wheels.

If you like bikes, chicks, werewolves, and monks all rolled up in one, you will love this movie, it's a howling delight!

The Devils Advocates, a mean biker gang, cross paths with Satanic monks and their lives are never the same. After refusing to be a sacrifice, one of the biker chicks is cursed to become a werewolf, she quickly turns her boyfriend too, but for all purposes the Devils Advocates continue their wild ride across the land. Randomly people start disappearing and being killed off. When things are eventually realized the werewolves are attacked and burned. The gang plot revenge on the Satanists and heads off to extract that revenge, but instead get enlisted to the cult.

Does that summary make sense? If not then do not worry, because that will still make more sense than the film does! Filled with plot holes and random and surreal events and imagery, this film is part art project, part 70's exploitation film, and part the result of taking too many drugs and trying to come up with a cool film. Unfortunately, it does not work. The film drags on at times and makes no sense at other times - it was a tough 85 mins viewing experience. I think director Michael Levesque is better known as an art director for a reason; and when he co-wrote this with David M. Kaufman there were probably some mind-altering substances being exchanged. If you come to this film, literally expecting a werewolf riding a motorbike then I am sorry. You might get a whole minute of this at the end of the film - but prior to that it is just an ugly mob or stinky hippie bikers who think they are cool. Unfortunately, in summary, the title of the film, is much better than the contents and delivery of the film.

2 out of 10 from me but that's only because I managed to sit through the entire film. If I'd have turned it off at any point then it would have been a 1 out of 10.

Released in 1971, "Werewolves on Wheels" very probably played the drive-in circuit across America, even appearing in Europe--and then faded into obscurity. Very few of the cast and crew, if any, were known before and afterwards which is sad. Although cheap looking and grimly photographed by Isidore Mankofskly,, this biker movie has a certain charm because of its unpretentious cast members. Much of the film looks like everyone was told to ad lib and forget the camera.

What's surprising is one of America's most beloved child actors, Billy Gray, is among the leading performers. Billy will be forever known as the cute, precocious kid in the television series classic, "Father Knows Best." He's even more immortalized a the cute, very precocious and likeable boy in the true masterpiece, "Day the Earth Stood Still." Here, he's unrecognizable beneath a long, wild wig and make-up. Making the whole movie very watchable is the hot, sexy and charismatic Steve Oliver who leads the action.

Rough, primitive and gritty, he holds one's attention throughout. Sadly, he died at an early age of 63, as did, eerily the director, Michel Levesque who worked on a number of Roger Corman B-flicks like "Blood Mama." Before passing, he quit movie making altogether because his work was rarely recognized.

As for the scare quotient, there isn't any. We see two werewolves at the very end of this long and winding tale that never seems to find its center.

The make-up isn't bad. It's just that by the time we see these monsters, our interest has long faded away.

This is a curious time-capsule of a time in American films when movies like "Werewolves on Wheels" were being released and we have to admire the drive and the guts of movie-makers like Michel Levesque who really believed he had made a movie that would entertain the masses. In 2021, his wish came true when someone like myself can still find his film on the internet and enjoy his work and that colorful, untamable cast of wild-eyed young bikers.

Werewolves on Wheels, an obscure biker movie from the early 70s, caught my attention first not necessarily because I was seeking the title itself out, but because I was looking for clothing related to grindhouse movies (in other words, type in 'Grindhouse' on ebay, and aside from the obvious from this year you might find this). The shirt, which featured leather-clad, werewolf bikers rolling around with a girls hanging from their sides and a message about the 'bride of Satan' intrigued me enough to get it even before purchasing the movie. The expectations I had, even as a biker movie fan, weren't too high (as far as for awesomely stupid biker movies I mean). But having watched it, well...it's as good, or as bad, as one might expect. It's about as cheesy, trashy, tasteless, and almost (if you're a Satanist, or perhaps a werewolf) offensive, but it's also uproarious in the ways that matter most.

As long as one doesn't take it in the least bit of serious context- aside as being a form of gratuitous piece of pulp art with the redeeming quality of a Chihuahua eating a bowl of ice cream- it makes for some true would-be drive-in fun. A group of bikers called the Devil's Advocates (heh) stop off one night near what looks like some convent. Monks come out, feed them wine and huge Ritz crackers (yeah, that's right), and one of the biker's 'mamas' gets indoctrinated by the monks into the wonderful world of Satanism. The bikers don't stand for it, however, when they find she's been taken away, and proceed to stomp some monk tail. But soon after leaving the site, they start to notice that there's some strange goings on at nights- including some dead members- and there's one member of the group, super superstitious, who sees what is "really" going on.

Granted, if you're looking moreso for the werewolves, you might be disappointed; they don't show up until about halfway through the movie, so it is, at worst, a case of the poster and t-shirt being a bit more honest (or however Werewolves in Wheels can get) than the finished product itself. But in a sense it works better as a f***ed up hybrid, anyway, where low-rent ripping off (or riffing, however you want to call it) Rosemary's Baby goes hand in hand with every single biker movie cliché (minus the cops, which is a plus in this case) that was ever cooked up by AIP. By the end, this ten-thousand something production leaves behind in its wake a lot of giggles and even some belly laughs, and it could even make for an excellent kind of retro-throwback side of a double-feature with a prudent Sci-fi channel movie of the week. Bottom line, I liked it, but against my better judgment.

WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS was one of the first tapes I bought when I got a VCR. Did it satisfy? Well, it's got violence and nudity (sort of) and -- ? I guess that's what the moviemakers intended and who am I to criticize? Do not watch this for intellectual stimulation. Do watch this for gratuitous nudity and pretentious "biker-type" terroristic mannerisms. Also, the intro music isn't half bad -- in fact it's pretty good. It deserves a better flick behind it.