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With his better-known gore films, Herschell Gordon Lewis was a pioneer, going farther than anyone else dared, probing the depths of disgust and discomfort onscreen with more bad taste and imagination than anyone of his era. However, when he attempted to follow the profitable trends of the day, his inexperience with whatever subject was most exploitable is clearly evident amongst the wreckage of amateurish acting and home-movie level cinematography. She-Devils on Wheels is a stab at the biker genre, with a gang of limerick-spouting, colorfully attired biker ladies, all of whom can ride (Lewis' one nod to realism), but have a hard time appearing threatening, even while committing heinous acts. The lack of profanity ("Dirty Mother Fuzz!" "Up Your Magic Dragon!") is peculiar considering how feral these females are supposed to be, and the raucous orgy sequences are performed with their gaudy felt-and-yarn outfits intact. There's only about 15 minutes worth of plot stretched out to feature length, but the film is packed with sick thrills. The Man-Eaters rumble with a rival male gang and urinate on the losers, drag a former stud behind a bike at high speeds to prove that love means nothing to them, and decapitate a motorcycle-riding enemy (depicted in a memorably fake fashion). This is precisely what makes She-Devils on Wheels so entertaining; fairly dull, fresh-faced young people having a ball pretending to be bad, and coming up so wonderfully short.