The Hard Ride

After his best friend "Lenny" (Alfonso Williams) is killed while serving in Vietnam, "Phil" (Robert Fuller) is given permission to escort the coffin back to the United States and make the necessary funeral arraignments. To that effect, since Lenny was an orphan and had no family members, his only requests were to have his priest "Father Tom" (Marshall Reed) to preside over his funeral and for a motorcycle gang led by a man named "Big Red" (Tony Russel) to attend as well. To help with that, Lenny advises Phil to get in touch with his former girlfriend "Sheryl" (Sherry Bain) who might know where to find him. On a final note, Lenny also bequeaths an extremely valuable motorcycle to Phil with the hope that he can make good use of it. The main problem, however, is that this motorcycle just happens to be highly coveted by another motorcycle gang leader named "Grady" (William Bonner) and he is willing to do anything to get possession of it. Now, rather than reveal any more, I will just say that this film started off reasonably well and had a few good action scenes here and there along with a fairly good musical score as well. Unfortunately, there was one particular scene that I didn't especially care for and caused me to lower my evaluation somewhat lower. Average.

The Hard Ride tries to be a message movie, as Robert Fuller (soon to be Dr Kelly Brackett on TV's 'Emergency!') comes home from 'Nam to reclaim his dead buddy's chopper, Baby. Complications ensue as the local chapter of Hell's Bellyachers don't take too kindly to a straight dude muscling in on the action. This is no Satan's Sadists, heck it's not even Hell's Angel on Wheels, so aside from a few chase scenes and a whiff of miscegenation there's not much fun to be had here.

"The Hard Ride" is a decent film---not especially good but they people who made it tried to make a competent movie and it is watchable. However, for folks who LIKE sleazy biker pics, this one will be a HUGE disappointment! Had they infused it with the typical crap you'd find in films like "Satan's Sadists" or "Werewolves on Wheels", it would have been worse but a lot more fun.

The film is about an ex-G.I. (Robert Fuller) who has come to a desert town to take possession of his dead buddy's chopper nicknamed 'Baby'. Unfortunately, all kids of nasty folks want the bike and Fuller isn't about to just give it to these jerks. However, this is only part of the film--much of it consists of Fuller and a lady driving around cross country looking for 'Big Red' as well as making out. While all this COULD have been great sleazy fun, it's all played very straight and is non-exploitation all the way. A somewhat dull time-passer and that's about it.

It's a good thing that Robert Fuller got himself a long running gig in Emergency for six years after this film got inflicted on the movie going public. I'd hate to think of this as his career epitaph.

The former star of Laramie plays a Marine Vietnam vet who accompanies his dead buddy's body back to his small California town for burial. He also has been willed 'Baby' his late friend's motorcycle .

It's quite a machine. In fact the local bikers who the late friend rode with don't think it should go to an outsider. Therein lies the plot of this silly epic.

I mean if you're into motorcycle movies with curvaceous women than you can't go wrong here. Marlon Brando or James Dean wouldn't have been caught dead in this film.

While the two leads here are adequate for this type of bottom-of-the-bill movie, one has to admit that this is the kind of film one would find at a drive-in in 1971 -- a drive-in occupied entirely by couples far too busy making out in their back seats to ever glance at the screen or even hook the speaker to their car windows. It's hard to figure what's worse here -- the lousy script and direction, idiotic soundtrack music, the cheapo production techniques, the poor editing, the badly choreographed fight scenes ("heightened" by inexplicable slo-mo) or the stupidly clichéd plot and characters. The motorcycle sequences are almost laughable. The childish dopes the movie tries to typify would have been just as awesome on bicycles with training wheels. What an embarrassing waste of film.