The Wild One
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Movie Reviews of The Wild One
Movie Review: Good movie
Summary: 4 Stars
I thought this movie was pretty entertaining considering its age. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stay awake through it but it's not one of those movies. It moves fast and its not long. I recommend to anyone going through a classic movie phase.Movie Review: The movie of how it all started
Summary: 4 Stars
The Movie that every motorcycle enthusiast should see. Sometimes I think the attitude hasn't changed that much... The story of how it all started. My biker movie collection is now complete. "We don't ride just any one place, that's cornball style".Movie Review: CLASSIC BIKER FLICK
Summary: 4 Stars
THIS IS A MUST HAVE CLASSIC BIKER MOVIE. THIS IS ONE OF IF NOT THE FIRST RECOGNIZED MOTORCYCLE GANG MOVIE.IF YOUR A BIKER FAN YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS ONE.Movie Review: Revolutionary
Summary: 4 Stars
This movie defined what generations of bikers would wear. Not a great plot, but pretty good for a 1950's film.Movie Review: The "Hard" Biker Boys
Summary: 3 Stars
Okay, we will cut to the chase on the plot. Old Johnny (Marlon Brando) and his fellow "outlaw" motorcycle club members are out for some weekend "kicks" after a hard week's non-work (as far as we can figure out, work was marginal for many reasons, as Hunter Thompson in Hell's Angels noted, to biker existence, the pursue of jack-rolling, armed robbery or grand theft auto careers probably running a little ahead) out in the sunny California small town hinterlands.(They are still heading out there today, the last time I noticed, in the Southern California high desert, places like Twenty-nine Palms and Joshua Tree.)
And naturally, when the boys (and they are all boys here, except for couple of "mamas", one spurned by Johnny, in a break-away club led by jack-in-the-box jokester, Lee Marvin as Chino) hit one small town they, naturally, after sizing up the local law, head for the local café (and bar). And once one mentions cafes in small towns in California (or Larry McMurtry's West Texas, for that matter), then hard-working, trying to make it through the shift, got to get out of this small town and see the world, dreamy-eyed, naïve (yes, naive) sheriff-daughtered young waitress, Kathy, (yes, and hard-working, its tough dealing them off the arm in these kind of joints, or elsewhere) Johnny trap comes into play. Okay, now you know, even alienated, misunderstood, misanthropic, cop-hating (an additional obstacle given said waitress's kinships) boy Johnny needs, needs cinematically at least, to meet a girl who understands him.
The development of that young hope, although hopeless, boy meets girl romance relationship, hither and yon, drives the plot. Natch. Oh, and along the way the boys, after a few thousand beers, as boys, especially girl-starved biker boys, will at the drop of a hat start to systematically tear down the town, off-handedly, for fun. Needless to say, staid local burghers (aka "squares") seeing what amount to them is their worst 1950s "communist" invasion nightmare, complete with murder, mayhem and rapine, (although that "C" word was not used in the film, nor should it have been) are determined to "take back" their little town. A few fights, forages, fatalities, and forgivenesses later though, still smitten but unquenched and chaste Johnny (and his rowdy crowd) and said waitress part, wistfully. The lesson here, for the kids in the theater audience, is that biker love outside bikerdom is doomed. For the adults the lesson: nip the "terrorists" in the bud (call in the state cops, the national guard, the militia, the 82nd Airborne, The Strategic Air Command, NATO, hell, the Red Army, but nip it, fast when they come roaming through Amityville, Archer City, or your small town).
After that summary you can see what we are up against. This is pure fantasy Hollywood cautionary tale on a very real 1950s phenomena, "outlaw" biker clubs, mainly in California, but elsewhere as well. Hunter Thompson did yeoman's work in his Hell's Angels to "discover" who these guys were and what drove them, beyond drugs, sex, rock and roll (and, ya, murder and mayhem, the California prison system was a "home away from home"). In a sense the "bikers" were the obverse of the boys (again, mainly) who Tom Wolfe, in many of his early essays, was writing about and who were (a) forming the core of the surfers on the beaches from Malibu to La Jolla and, (b) driving the custom car/hot rod/drive-in centered (later mall-centered) cool, teenage girl-impressing, car craze night in the immediate post-World War II great American Western sunny skies and pleasant dream drift (physically and culturally). Except those Wolfe guys were the "winners". The "bikers" were Nelson Algren's "losers", the dead-enders who didn't hit the gold rush, the Dove Linkhorns (aka the Arkies and Okies who in the 1930s populated John Steinbeck's Joad saga, The Grapes Of Wrath). Not cool, iconic Marlin-Johnny but hellbend then-Hell Angels leader, Sonny Barger.