Moustroll Good movie but grossly overrated

HomeyTao For having a relatively low budget, the film's style and overall art direction are immensely impressive.

Roy Hart If you're interested in the topic at hand, you should just watch it and judge yourself because the reviews have gone very biased by people that didn't even watch it and just hate (or love) the creator. I liked it, it was well written, narrated, and directed and it was about a topic that interests me.

Logan By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

Uriah43 Wanting to reestablish the Nazi Party in Germany, a rich and influential militarist named "Count Otto Von Delberg" (Kent Taylor) has acquired some extremely precise counterfeit plates and in order to fund his political ambitions has initiated a process to launder large sums of fake money through certain connections he has with the American mafia. One mob boss in particular named "Joe Brimante" (Keith Andes) is so impressed with the counterfeit dollars that he sends his most trusted lieutenant, "Mark Adams" (John Gabriel) to not only buy some of the fake dollars but to also inquire about purchasing the plates themselves. However, what nobody counts on is the fact that there are other organizations who are fully aware of these plates and they also want to get their hands on them as well. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that, although it may have been marketed as a "biker film" and certainly has its share of rough-and-tumble bikers, this particular picture turned out to be more of a "spy movie" than anything else. To that end, there were several twists and turns along the way which were quite intricate. Be that as it may, this was a complicated and rather confusing movie which had its good points here and there and I have rated it accordingly. Average.

skullislandsurferdotcom Although meriting one of the greatest opening credit sequences after a two minute trailer that seems separate but is actually part of the film that has a complete list of credits on its own, this misleading mess isn't a biker movie but rather a tenth-rate James Bond ripoff.A handsome secret agent meanders from one situation to the next seeking out neo-Nazis, bedding down babes and chasing goons, and the biker aspect is connected lamely by a woman who, after talking on various pay phones after each spy sequence, will then converse with, and give orders to, four bikers: part of the titular gang that's also shown sporadically roaring down the highway.On the spy side are various scenes with Broderick Crawford, Scott Brady, and John Carradine, all seeming as pasted-on as the American military scenes in Japanese Godzilla films. Buyer Beware of this patchwork clunker.

Scott_Mercer Ye Gods! First off, this isn't a biker film, in spite of the packaging of the DVD (2005 release). What is it really? A mess.Like Adamson's "Dracula Vs. Frankenstein," "Blood of Ghastly Horror" or "Psycho-a-Go-Go" this is really parts of two (or more) movies that were started and never finished, and patched together in whatever manner would supposedly make sense.News flash: it actually doesn't make any sense.Instead, we're cutting back and forth between footage of a biker gang riding around and making out with random chicks, and an FBI agent involved in a plot to infiltrate "The Syndicate", who in turn are helping "The New Nazi Party" (leader played by Kent Taylor, not attempting a German accent) by buying counterfeit bills from them, reportedly made from counterfeit Nazi plates left over from World War II (then 25 years in the past -- hmm, passing tons of crisp $20 bills dated 1942 wouldn't be suspicious, now would it??? ). Throw in an undercover (female) Israeli agent on the trail of the Nazis, Broderick Crawford as the FBI boss mumbling into his cigarette, and John Carradine in a hilarious bit part as a wacky pet shop owner, and you have a hilarious jumble of insanity.Just about the only thing that kept my interest were the rich late Sixties fashions (no Hippie wear, except for the bikers, instead all the men and women are dressed very formally in the manner of a major-studio Hollywood production, like a James Bond film). I have found out that the "James Bond" part of the film was shot under a different title, "The Fakers" (now the theme song, "The Fakers" makes sense). This part was shot in 1967, apparently also by Adamson and crew (all their names are in the original credit sequence), and then, I guess shelved because there were no takers for The Fakers. (Sorry.) After sitting on the shelf for a while, the biker gang part was shot in 1969, I suppose with Adamson attempting to market what he had as a biker opera. That's why the fashions change abruptly throughout the film.The other positive of note is the really good musical score, by Nelson Riddle! Lushly orchestral, with bongos going crazy and a dash of intense fuzz guitar. Where's the soundtrack for this? Unless, of course, they licensed needle-drop production music. Even if they did do that, I don't care, I still want a copy of this music. It's awesome.The music and the costuming (in the earlier "Fakers" footage ONLY), are so good that for a second Al almost fooled me into thinking this wasn't a low-budget mess. But only for a second. It probably helps that the budget on "The Fakers" was probably somewhat higher than the budget on the later segments Adamson directed. Sometimes Adamson's brand of slop is entertaining. Check out "Satan's Sadists" or "Blood of Dracula's Castle." Even "Dracula Vs. Frankenstein," as messed-up and weird as it is, is more entertaining than this mess. If you have to watch Hell's Bloody Devils, keep in mind, it isn't a biker movie. It's a bad James Bond rip-off tarted up to look like a biker movie so it could be sold to drive-in theaters. Thanks a bunch, Al.

Hollywoodcanteen1945 Hell's Bloody Devils is a real "Hell" to watch. It's really sad to see academy-award winning actor Broderick Crawford is a small role in this stink-bomb. With a surprising cast of veteran actors such as Crawford, Kent Taylor, Scott Brady and John Carradine, you'd think that at least this movie would be watchable; it's not.The texture of the film is terrible. The sound-track is messed up and in some scenes the actors are talking and nothing is coming out; maybe that's a good thing because the lines are so stupid and childish. I think I would only see this piece of worthless garbage if I was a fan of Broderick Crawford. Than again, I think I'd rather remember him in his hey-day in All The King's Men; how the mighty have fallen!