Filmed in 1967 but shelved
until 1970, The Rebel Rousers is a
bland biker flick distinguished only by the presence of several actors who became famous after the picture was shot: Bruce Dern, Diane Ladd, Jack
Nicholson, Harry Dean Stanton. Nicholson is barely in the picture, Stanton has
a couple of amusing throwaway bits, and Ladd mostly shrieks or whimpers while
playing a pregnant woman terrorized by bikers. Of the bunch, only Dern gets a
part with dimension and size, though there’s not much he can do with the
brainless material. He plays the chief of a scooter gang whose jackets bear Confederate
flags (though none of the bikers sounds Southern). Yet his character’s behavior
is befuddling, and one gets the sense of a rushed production inhibiting
Dern’s ability to contribute his signature idiosyncratic flourishes—virtually
every shot feels like a first rehearsal, or even a loose run-through, rather
than a recording of fully developed performance. The threadbare plot revolves
around portly architect Paul (Cameron Mitchell), who rolls into a dusty town
and, by coincidence, encounters high-school buddy J.J. (Dern). Paul traveled to
the town in search of his runaway girlfriend, Karen (Ladd), who fled during a
rough patch in their relationship. Eventually, Paul’s car breaks down near a
beach, at which point J.J.’s biker buddies menace Paul and Karen. J.J. tries to
intervene, leading to power struggles within the gang. All of this is
exceptionally boring to watch, especially when the plot degrades into a repetitive
pattern of motorcycle races up and down the shoreline. There’s also a huge
charisma gap separating Dern’s earnest performance and Mitchell’s drab work.
The Rebel Rousers: LAME
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