Bad. Wretched. Depressing. Shame! And it's racist to boot. If Peter Fonda had any political ambitions, this film would torpedo them in a hurry. I found myself rooting for "The Man." Or just anyone to come along and kick their rear ends. Fonda has one good non-conformist speech during "Losers" funeral, which is then ruined by the subsequent trashing of the church--all because the minister had the nerve to invoke the name of god in his eulogy. Go figure. This poor display of social grace is reminiscent of the juvenile delinquents in Blackboard Jungle: when they trash the teacher's priceless blues collection. I had the same sick feeling after that. Just then I looked over at my girl friend and saw a scowl creased in her face. She was in total disbelief at the way these nihilistic nitwits treated the minister. So was I. And she likes The Born Losers and "Billy Jack." It's truly amazing that Fonda, Dern, Ladd and the others survived this debacle. I know Frank Sinatra must have been appalled that his daughter would appear in such cinematic rubbish. I had a devil of a time collecting my thoughts in writing this review. I needed a long shower afterward. Or a drink stiffer than "Loser."
Review of The Wild Angels
