This incompetent porn film has been revived for a new generation in competing versions by Something Weird and Alpha Blue Archives. Both are of very poor quality, as was evidently the original film.
Behind the scratchy green lines and "what was that?" frequent splices, the surviving prints of "Bad, Bad, Gang!" betray a moronic sensibility. I watched many, many biker films at the drive-in during the '70s, but didn't realize that pornographers were laughably attempting to emulate this stilted genre.
As our quartet of two couples heads to Lake Shangri-la by the Garden of Eden campsite, the camera zooms in & out on objects that display their mainly biblical names: Eve, Kane (sic), Able (sic) and Jane. Mean bikers accost them, rape the women (sort of) and then various couplings including lesbian trysts and a threesome fill out the running time. The improvised dialog is idiotic, action scenes inept, and plot progression thrown out the window early on. Familiar faces like Rene Bond (underused here), her paramour Ric Lutze (embarrassing) and Suzanne Fields (giving out b.j.'s at will) are along for the ride.
Something Weird presents a hardcore version clocking at 56 minutes on Vol. 7 of its Dragon Art Theatre series, including fellatio and a succession of money shots. The print used by Alpha Blue Archives runs 54 minutes and is strictly softcore, even featuring different angles, as the film was evidently originally edited both ways for different theatrical playoff markets. I watched SWV first and was appalled at the shredded ending, where so much is missing that the action & resolution is incomprehensible. ABA trumps this by omitting the ending entirely, retaining only a single closeup of the chubby leader of the Cobras gang. Either way it's crap.
Library music score is atrocious even by the standards of these 1-day wonders, incongruously playing songs like "It's Just Impossible," "Amazing Grace" (!) and "Wives and Lovers". Camera-work would get anybody booted out of the union, if these untalented birds could ever qualify for union work in the first place. I've also seen the unpoetical director John Donne's other hardcore opus "Shot on Location," another stinker. He cranked out a number of softcore films in 1969, but apparently couldn't survive the awkward transition to the hard stuff.
