Director Al Adamson began Angels' Wild Women as a routine biker film before realizing that the genre had lost its brief box-office appeal. After the film sat unreleased for a time, Adamson noted the success of various "feral female" pictures (particularly the groundbreaking women's prison epic The Big Doll House) and saw a way to salvage the remains. He added some extra wild footage of his leading lady (and wife) Regina Carrol whipping and stomping some hapless rapists and downplayed the motorcycle gang in the advertising. The result is no more confusing than it would have been in its original state. Adamson's choppy editing style and numerous flashbacks conspire to render the slender plot an anarchic mess. Fortunately, the sheer energy and abundance of these outrageous set pieces are a pleasure to behold, whether each hastily executed scene relates to the next or not. The Dionysian excesses of the biker gang's woodland bacchanal are grotesquely watchable, as they drunkenly tear up the great outdoors on hogs and piss on the weary few who pass out too early. The Wild Women of the title are equally uninhibited, though due to the last minute revisions, the viciousness of Carrol's character seems to ebb and flow (there's a certain horrible white lipstick she wears that gives away the more violent scenes they added after the fact). The resemblance of King's commune to the Manson family isn't accidental, and rumor has it that actual members of the family appear as extras in the film, providing an even grungier sheen to the proceedings. Anyone who concentrates too hard on Angels' Wild Women is likely to feel their head spin, so approach this messy time capsule with low expectations and great fun can be had.
by Fred Beldin
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