It's no definitive masterpiece but it's damn close.

It's a movie as timely as it is provocative and amazingly, for much of its running time, it is weirdly funny.

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

The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

The warning about going to the snack bar should be heeded for this movie. Just don't come back. If you're at a drive-in, walk home. Don't look back at the screen. Keep on trucking'.I'm the guy who collects cheap biker movies (42 so far) and this flop is number 42 in a series of dry heaves. It's a discombobulated array of some sort of...it's just hard to describe. One minute there's "bikers", the next there's Broderick Crawford at his trusty wall map. Of course, he's drunk as usual. Nothing seems to relate. Why are the bikers in it? What's their connection to the funny-money Nazis? One of the comic reliefs is the President of Hell's Bloody Angels rides a stock Honda CB350! If a Hells Angel showed up at Bass Lake on a Honda, he'd get the crap beat out of him and believe me, it's happened! Now, back to the movie: Do not buy this movie unless you absolutely have to for your cheap biker movie collection. Even then, please don't watch it. You'll thank me someday. I ended up fast forwarding most of the second half. Even before it was over, I told my wife we will never, ever watch it again. Tonight is another recent purchase, The Glory Stompers. I'm sure it will be an improvement over Hell's Bloody Angels. Sticking my face in a fan would be an improvement. Avoid at all costs! Go for The Best of Gilligan's Island. Oh, I forgot to mention: The best acting and best line was when Colonel Harland Sanders asked how the chicken was. There was also really great acting by the pet shop owner played by the late, great John Carradine giving about 45 seconds of class to an otherwise piece of steaming dog squat.

I hope when you see it, you see it with the great preview for this film--the one that warns the faint of heart to go to the snack bar instead of watching the depravity and violence! It's really campy and rather funny--and is better than the rest of the film. In fact, it really looks like a totally different film, as the preview makes it out to be a biker film whereas the thing turns out to have almost nothing to do with these bikers! The opening credits you then see are really rather cool--but also have a lot of nudity. You can certainly tell that this is NOT a movie for the kids! And, when you see the name Al Adamson, you know that the film will truly suck--he's the king of schlock film of the 1960s and 70s. His films, if it's possible, are every bit as bad as Larry Buchanan's and, Ted Mikels' and Hershell Gordon Lewis'--and so you realize that despite the interesting credits, the rest of the film will only get worse--so enjoy the credits while you can! And, when you learn that the film is about a group of neo-Nazis uniting with biker gangs and Communists, you know that Adamson is up to form! And, in a very, very tack move, an Israeli agent is out to get the evil Kruger (the Nazi war criminal) because he killed her family at Auschwitz! Using Auschwitz as a plot point just seemed...gross and rather exploitative.Here is where the film just gets even more weird. At about 40 minutes into the film, the male lead asks a lady to lunch. They go to Kentucky Fried Chicken and out of nowhere, in walks Colonel Sanders---THE Colonel Sanders! He asked them what they thought of his chicken and then just stood there staring at them as they ate!!! Why? I dunno--nor did the Colonel apparently! It was like a free ad for his chicken! In the middle of the movie! And it had nothing, really, to do with the plot! How strange and cool is that?! And, in many ways, this weird and irrelevant appearance by the Colonel is EXACTLY like the rest of the film. Many scenes are irrelevant and seem to be tossed in randomly and almost every type of character shows up in this strange melange of a film! By the way, in addition to Commies, Nazis, mobsters and the such, there also are government agents. However, one of the agents is a sexy lady and the other is Broderick Crawford--who mostly sits around and does an imitation of a giant talking carbuncle. I am actually surprised that zombies and perhaps Count Dracula didn't show up--nearly every other type of character did! In a curious little scene, check out the twins in the pet shop. They might look familiar. They are Alyce Andrece and Rhae Andrece. They starred as two of the robots on the original "Star Trek" series (the "I, Mudd" episode).Overall, a strange and confusing concoction. While a few elements aren't terrible, the over experience is. For example, while the theme music is pretty good, it's repeated again and again and again until you are ready to scream! Bad....just plain bad.

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!

One of Al Adamson's rarer features and the print I saw was worn out with Portuguese subtitles. I got it for Greydon Clark's appearance but he's in it for all of about five minutes and with two different hair styles. That's because, just as with Adamson's MEAN MOTHER, this film appears to have been started and never finished and then scenes were added years later to make some sort of assemblage of a plot. The problem is, it is hard to gather what is going on. Characters appear out of nowhere, the aforementioned change in hair styles sometimes makes them unrecognizable, Hell's Bloody Devils - the biker gang - serve less purpose in plot structure than the Russ Tamblyn led crew did in DRACULA VS. FRANKENSTEIN, and the print was so choppy that whole bits of dialogue were missing. Nevertheless, it's still quite enjoyable to watch, with John Gabriel as a FBI agent posing as a member of the syndicate who gets involved with counterfeit money and in the end comes to blows with a surviving member of Hitler's inner circle as well as a flirtation with the high ranking Nazi's daughter. Broderick Crawford and John Carradine appear in small roles and the music is even catchier than Harley Hatcher's score for SATAN'S SADISTS. The camera work and direction seem more than competent and one can only imagine how solid the film would have been had it not ended up as a salvage job. Well worth checking out for the Al Adamson/Greydon Clark completist or if you are interested in movies with Colonel Sanders cameos (he has less screen time here than in THE BLAST-OFF GIRLS though).