AshUnow This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

Sabah Hensley This is a dark and sometimes deeply uncomfortable drama

Hattie I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

Janis One of the most extraordinary films you will see this year. Take that as you want.

gwinn23 I'm sorry, but trying to apply standard critiques to this awesome movie just shows that you ain't a biker. Yeah, it's campy: yeah, it dosen't have enough sex or gore to please fans of the director. And yeah, the acting and dialogue is crap. But otherwise it's bordering on hilarious. This is a hoot, and anybody who's lived on two wheels accepts it for what it is: a bunch of hot chicks in wigs riding classic bikes. Hell, I'll watch it over several times just for the footage of that FLA. Next to "Hells Angels on Wheels and "The Wild Ones", you can't do much better. Want sex, gore and rock & roll? Don't waste yer time...but for classic bad girls on classic bikes, it's a must see.

ferbs54 A comparatively goreless departure for the "Wizard of Gore," director Herschell Gordon Lewis, "She-Devils on Wheels" (1968) still proved pretty tough for me to sit through. From its lamely catchy "Get Off the Road" opening-credits rock 'n' roll number ("Get off the road before we get crossed/Or you're like to get your rear end tossed") to its abrupt headscratcher of a finale, the film disappoints at nearly every turn. The picture tells the story of the Man-Eaters, a female biker gang in Florida that does little but race around, has orgies with their male counterparts (fully clothed, dry-humping, safe-sex orgies, apparently), brawls with a gang of hot-rodders, and recites terrible dirty limericks to one another. With their battle cry of "Sex, guts, blood, and all men are mothers," the Man-Eaters are a pretty pathetic and repugnant bunch, albeit still tough enough to beat the crap out of the boys. Actually, the loathsome characters and virtual lack of plot (at least half of the film seems to consist of shots of the gals tooling down the highway...BORING!) wouldn't be so bad if Lewis' direction weren't so lackadaisical, if the sound weren't so bad and the editing so lame. With no nudity, little action to speak of, and not even much of Lewis' patented gross-out scenes (a few bloodied-up bodies and an admittedly memorable decapitation excepted), the film really doesn't offer much, even to lovers of bad cinema. The picture turned out to be only 85 or so minutes long, not the stated 104, a development for which I was indeed grateful. Oh, heck, why mince words? This is a terrible film.

Bullheadedmale Anyone who can't appreciate this CAMPY movie for what it is has no appreciation or knowledge of true 60's B-sleaze-movies. C'mon, folks - it was 1968.. the summer of Love was just barely over, and you still had massive restrictions on what you could, and couldn't show in a film of ANY genre. Enter Hershel G. Lewis. and the Man-Eaters. Part of what's so hilarious about this film is that the real-time, bikerChix of Southern FL (Filmed in a town called "Medley" around an abandoned airport) were bikers 1st, and actors second. Compared to latter-day hip-hop momma's of Brooklyn's PS103, these broads WOULD be a bunch of Daisy-pickin' mommas - but again, this was 1968. The styles, clothes, cars, HAIR!, and other peripherial shots are worth the watching, as is the clumsy acting. Those who lived through 1968 will catch some of the buzz-words of the day, ie: "Where's his PAD, Nick?" and "What's the Action?" And check out that theme song, repleat with the same twangin' guitar sound as (I) remembered being used on late-60's girl Scout commercials! It's hilarious! And the lounge-Music used for the orgies after the girls "Pick" - Not what I'd imagine Ruby Tuesday would have been into in 1968, with her LSD-inspired scraggly hair and shades - but hey, this is the mistique that is S.D.O.W. Even the "Sex" scenes are tame by today, when Janet Jackson can make a cereal commercial with her boob hangin' out - but remember, it was 1968 and the best that 200+ LB. "Whitey" could do sexually was ride some dork's back in a twitchin', twirlin' frenzy. Whoo! The swingin' female-sex kitten-dominatrix theme is nothing new, nor was it when HGL made this film. What WAS new was that he used real bikers, a real Florida town, and the REAL bad acting that made this cult film the classic it is. If you expect more than that - you're missing the point. I can't imagine what a current-day sequel could be. As for Karen - I think she should have left the gang with Rodney Beddell ( the Blond w/the Corvette ) - but that would have been my ulitmate ending: Kick Queenie's ass, send Whitey to jail, befriend HoneyPot before she gets herself knocked-up or raped again, and go back to being a good girl. Sigh* - I can dream.If ANY of the actors involved with this movie are still breathing, CONTACT ME!

gridoon Shoddy, crudely filmed biker movie with interesting role-reversal concepts, which it completely misuses (like so many other movies). It reminded me a bit of "Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!", but it is much worse. About half the dialogue is literally impossible to understand. The decapitation scene is so bad it must be seen to be believed; thank God someone at least remembered to put the glasses back on the severed head after it had fallen on the ground. (*1/2)