Hell's Belles

Quasi-comedy biker flick with western-genre elements has motocross champ Jeremy Slate (as the one decent character, and convincingly so) plotting his vengeance on the Arizona biker gang who stole his prized cycle. He catches up to them but is beaten badly, and for compensation the scurrilous pack leaves him scowling chopper chick Jocelyn Lane (an attractive cross between Nancy Sinatra and a post-teenage Hayley Mills, but a bit too refined for this kind of movie). "Hell's Belles" isn't much, nor does it strive to be, but the desert locales are interesting, Les Baxter's score is campy, and the performances aren't bad. Adam Roarke, a fine actor who made more than his share of groaners, plays the leader with admirable finesse, and the growing relationship between Slate and Lane is intriguing. The final showdown is well done, as is the closing scene. American International Pictures, having had huge success with "The Wild Angels" in 1966, had a tough time getting out of the biker rut, and by 1970 it was all starting to look like rehashed goods, but this entry has some modest surprises up its sleeve, and leaves you with more than just a quick biker fix. ** from ****

Hell's Belles is nothing more than a story about one biker stealing a motorcycle from another, who in turn gets it stolen by a biker gang, who is turn is chased down by the biker who got his bike stolen in the first place! Sounds exciting right? Not really. grade-school fight scenes, a biker gang that doesn't smoke, drink, or even wear leather jackets! Biker-film pin-up boys Jeremy Slate and Adam Roarke are the leads, but their acting is cheesy and wooden. However, the bright spot of Hell's Belles is the beautiful Jocelyn Lane. Hubba! Hubba! Miss Lane runs, screams, cries, rides a motorcycle, falls off a motorcycle, wearing a mini-skirt and boots. Blonde, tan, and built! The biggest farce of this film is how both Slate and Roarke are more in love with a prize bike, then the shapely Lane. How unreal can you get. I'd rate this stinker a 2, but I'd rate Miss Lane a 10. Hell's Belles!

If you're a guy, you watch this for Jocelyn Lane's "Cathy".

All of the biker guys treat her like garbage. They're too concerned with their dumb motorcycles. If just one of them showed some genuine kindness towards Cathy, she would've been been very affectionate & devoted to them.

How dumb do you have to be to care more for a machine than an insanely sexy woman?

Is it any wonder she has such an attitude towards the men?

The story & acting aren't that bad.

This could've been much better ...or worse. Depending upon your point of view.

The humor is okay at times.

Jocelyn Lane looks like she had the potential to be a huge star, if not for acting, then as a magazine cover girl.

Yes, she is THAT beautiful.

After a grueling race with the grand prize being a beautiful motorcycle, one of the losers named "Tony" (Michael Walker) decides he is going to get that bike not matter what it takes. So that night he sets up a trap on the road which the winning racer, "Danny" (Jeremy Slate) has to take on his way home. Sure enough, as Danny gets to a certain point Tony and his friends ambush him and proceed to beat him into unconsciousness. A little later Danny wakes up and finds that his new motorcycle has been substituted for the one driven by Tony. But as it so happens, Tony makes a big mistake that same night when he drives up to a gas station where a motorcycle gang just happens to be frequenting. They beat up Tony and the leader of the gang by the name of "Tampa" (Adam Roarke) takes the motorcycle. Not long afterward Danny drives up and discovers from Tony what happened. Danny then proceeds to drive out to where the motorcycle gang is camping and then gets caught while attempting to steal it. After beating him up the Tampa decides to reimburse Danny by giving him one of their women in exchange--and subsequently knocks him out again. When he regains consciousness he finds the woman named "Cathy" (Jocelyn Lane) sitting around and the two of them set out to find the bikers. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that, although it certainly had some good action here and there, it lacked the necessary realism for me to take it that seriously. Likewise, I didn't especially care for the ending that much either. For those reasons I have rated it accordingly. Average.

The late-60's biker sub-genre take on the James Stewart Western, WINCHESTER '73, which is about a cherished gun, won in a contest then stolen from the winner before winding up in several different hands...

Only here it's a motorcycle that modern cowboy type Jeremy Slate loses the night of the race by his jealous rival, who then loses it to the token gang led by sixties' biker staple Adam Roarke, fresh from HELL'S ANGELS ON WHEELS and THE SAVAGE SEVEN...

So Roarke (with bulky sidekick William Lucking) is as comfortable in a biker flick as director Maury Dexter is at Westerns, since, earlier in the decade, he turned out a bunch for 20th Century Fox along with Neo Noir thrillers, and, like those entertaining and economical programmers, he moves an otherwise plodding exploitation decently enough for the viewer to remain semi-intrigued throughout...

But the true scene-stealer is the extremely gorgeous Jocelyn Lane, who Roarke trades Slate for the stolen vehicle and that he doesn't want (God knows why), and the title HELL'S BELLES is misleading since it's not about the other biker molls, all but passive commentators on their men, fighting with fists instead guns and riding bikes instead of horses, while Slate eventually thaws out from his initially reluctant relationship with Lane... Who wouldn't?