Why all the FUTZ (1969)? NOT the worst of its type

FUTZ! Directed By Tom O' Horgan (1969).
Review By Greg Goodsell

Interested in a story involving incest, bestiality and murder in a rural rustic community? Performed by a cast of hippie hillbillies that screams, sings, shouts and flail about as if in an epileptic seizure? If so, you are directed to see Futz (1969), a notorious counter-cultural bit of flotsam that serves as an argument that what may play well in a 99-set equity waiver theater may not translate that well to the screen.

Futz first dropped on my radar when Neal Gabler on PBS’ “Sneak Previews” (1982; both he and Jeffrey Lyons replaced original critics Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert) declared it as the worst film he had ever seen. Unable to find film clips, Gabler showed black-and-white photos of the cast’s spastic farmers as proof that this bizarre feature, about a sustenance farmer’s love affair with his pig, existed. (On the same show, Lyons had announced the Charles Manson-inspired schlocker Sweet Savior (1971) starring faded teen idol Troy Donahue, as his personal worst.)

Carrot Top -- the homeless years.

Based on an avant-garde play by Rochelle Owens, Futz was adapted to the screen by none other than Joseph Stefano, the man who adapted Robert Bloch’s Psycho for director Alfred Hitchcock in 1960! Futz likewise deals with psychosexual issues in a far less successful way.

By the light of the silvery moon -- incest!

The “story” if it can be called that: Our hero, Cyrus Futz (John Bakos) has foresworn off all normal human relations to the consternation of his erstwhile girlfriend Majorie Satz (Beth Porter). Futz has sworn all his romantic allegiance to his pig, which is hopefully platonic. No, Futz doesn’t plumb the depths of The Wedding Trough, aka The Pig Fucking Movie (aka Vase de noces, 1975) – wait for it. Meanwhile in the village, Oscar Loop (Seth Allen), the village idiot has brutally murdered a girl, saying that what he saw in Futz’ barn drove him to it. Oscar is executed, and Futz is tried as an accessory to murder.

Audience reaction to FUTZ!

This thumbnail sketch can’t begin to convey the texture of Futz. People scream, fly across the screen, strike poses and speak incomprehensible dialogue. It pretty much wears out its welcome within the first 10 minutes, and navigating through the film’s 91 minutes is quite a chore. Beginning with a highbrow orchestral recital that descends into chaos, Futz gibbers and screams across the screen. 

Have we ever seen a flutist flouting it as heavily as we do here?

Behind the camera is world-class photographer Vilmos Zsigmond, who was still cutting his teeth on negligible grindhouse fare such as Al Adamason’s Satan’s Sadists (1969) and Horror of the Blood Monsters (1970) at this point. His photography is by far the film’s best fea-ture, with beautiful compositions of the stark country-side. Futz has solid production values, with great photography, high-strung performances and an important mes-sage. At heart, the story of Futz is one on the importance of personal liberties, and how a community can work to ostracize those who are different. It’s all buried underneath attempts at being unconventional. As such, Futz remains a highly dated vision of hippie utopia as filtered through an old Bethel Buckalew hicks-ploitation film.  

This is the film in essence. Ugly hippie art.

Believe it or not, as lame as it is, Futz is NOT the worst film of its particular type. This reviewer argues that Strong Medicine (1981), also based on an avant-garde play by director Richard Foreman is THE WORST film of this particular type. Calling to mind a mixture of Samuel Beckett and Edward D. Wood Jr. with dialogue recorded verbatim from the dementia ward of a retirement community, Strong Medicine’s “story” is open for debate.

O.K. everyone get up on stage, and present their ideas on how to get out of this movie.

Strong Medicine’s heroine, Kate Manheim attempts to take a vacation but is met with opposition by characters dressed in 1930’s attire. Everyone wears thick eye makeup, men included. Sentences spoken by the performers change in midstream and usually end with the actors flailing about on the floor. At one point, Manheim dresses up as a chicken to everyone’s disinterest, and then stabs herself to death to satisfy the unspoken wish fulfillment for the audience. Buck Henry has a one-line spoken cameo and actors Raul Julia and Carol Kane are also reportedly somewhere in the debris as well. 

Quick! Before the church buffet is picked clean!

Anyone interested in seeing films that are different, very, very different – but not good, should put both Futz and Strong Medicine in their movie-watching queue. You can see Futz for absolutely free on YouTube by going here!
 
 

                                    STRONG MEDICINE: Chicken woman. Cluck cluck cluck.

Push the button, Frank!

Oh, you Futz! He majored in animal husbandry until they caught him at it.

Ritual Of Death

Ritual Of Death Directed By Fauzi Mansur starring Olair Coan (1990).

When Skunkape and I watched this together recently, both of our jaws dropped as we heard the opening credit 80's montage style song ("Beyound Love" by Sarah Regina). No that's not a typo this time, that's just how they spelled Beyond! It almost reminds me of those ultra cheesy songs that start out in various Cannon produced Sho Kosugi ninja vehicles. I knew from that moment that Ritual of Death was gonna rock! Fauzi Mansur delivers once again. It starts off at a church as a Winston Churchill/ Kane from Poltergeist 2 style tubby phantom haunts a community college, his name is Uncle Parker.

My bible needs a haircut

   A teacher who looks like Jack Marshak from Friday The 13th the series presides over an extremely crowded classroom. A tribe of Aztec-like indians conduct a grisly ritual, hence the title. As the ghost in the bowler hat holds a book with human hair sprouting from it, his hand splurts out copious amounts of pus. Brad (Olair Coan), one of the students in the class has gotten into more treacherous homework than he bargained for. The corpse the indians are preforming a dance and blowing smoke at, latches onto Brad's hand and then disappears. The results later turn him into a maniacal, raw meat eating freak in an executioners mask. 

I know Goat's head soup is good, but what about tacos?

    As far as the technical aspects of this film go, it's worse than a Jerry Warren production (The Wild World Of Batwoman). There's clumsy synthesizer sting noises every time they cut to Uncle Parker, the Churchchill ghost, there's some of the most inept dubbing, which sounds like a Drivers Ed. short and even a few jumpcuts. 
   It's all as intoxicating and hilarious as a Caipirinha, Brazil's national cocktail or as terrifying as an early Sepultura song!

   Brad and his buddy Jim (who apes Bogart by saying "this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship") are the main characters. Jim wants to steal an Egyptian parchment for them to use in their theatre group. They go to the library which looks like an old boat with stained glass and steal the fuzzy book. The teacher calls the police and warns that the book is dangerous, one cop who wears a sailor hat, looks like Chuck Berry to me.

If you see Keith Richards, tell him he's a cracker-ass bitch

   After 20 minutes the movie starts to get very repulsive as Jim and some gal hop into a bloody tub and rub a severed goat's head over their naked bodies. The dead goat looks uncomfortably real. Perhaps the reason the Indians are pissed off and haunting the actors is because their culture is being erroneously combined with a bunch of other tribes and some Egyptian mumbo jumbo.

King Tut, Buried with a Donkey, He's my favorite Honkey!

   
Brad goes to visit his jazz singing mom who sounds like Lauren Bacall if she gargled drano (I mean a voice so gravelly it could potentially hit the brown note)! Her son begins to stuff his gullet with raw meat as frogs hop around at their own accord, it's possible his mother may be a witch.

Go away Mom, I'm not drinking blood, I'm trying to masturbate

   Mansur's film always have some sort of satanic cult pulling the strings in the back ground. Some of the Egyptian sacrificing reminds me of Bloodfeast, but its all executed in a creative way that never blatantly rips off H.G. Lewis, unlike Mardi Gras Massacre. 

The clunky dubbing is off the charts hysterical and most of the characters sound like they are reading, that includes when they swear. 

I can't believe I got the role for this Poltergeist Neutrogena commercial!

   When Brad pulls his face open, his entire head erupts like a loaded zit. He skulks around the auditorium in a goofy executioner mask. One character drowns in a bath tub full of blood and his eyes pop out and float to the surface. The women in Ritual are very attractive, but you never get to enjoy their beauty, because they are disemboweled or stabbed in the face with a butcher knife. One murder is over the top creative, as a giant fan on wheels is pushed toward a victim and squashes his guts out like a smushed frog. It all ends in a smoky, disgusting pus filled gore fest and then that montage song plays over the credits. 

Highly Recommended! Go out of your way to see this one!   

Available from J4THI.com 

Ok I found my contacts, now where are my eyeballs

The Brazilian porn parody of Friday The 13th The Series

Theater of Guts

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Atreyu!!!! Wait, you're not him, let me drop you now!

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Satanic Attraction

Satanic Attraction Directed By Fauzi Mansur, starring Gabriela Toscano (1990).
As I was scouring my dog-eared, decrepit copy of the infamous Deep Red catalog looking for the next rarity to place under a microscope and over analyze for your enjoyment. I saw an odd foreign name I'd never heard of before, Brazilian director Fauzi Mansur (reminds me of Fozzy Bear--Waka Waka). The only Brazilian cult cinema figure I'm aware of is Jose Mojica Marins (aka Coffin Joe). I was only half interested, that is until I saw a clip on J4THOI's Youtube channel and thought fuck yeah! This looks almost as if Amir Shervan lost his boner for big budget dopey action shit and went belly up for underground horror. Limbs extracted, buckets of blood, rituals performed and madness shall ensue. So in other words it peeked my interest into the deranged world of FM. If you'd like to know more about Brazilian horror check out this very informative blog (make sure you use the translate app, if you have one). 

   The film opens with an extravagant table filled with candles, a hooded coven of sullen faced characters and a goat headed priest. The goat's head looks like a cock eyed pan (think the satanic priest in the movie version of Dragnet, or Bathory's first album). Two blonde kids have their wrists sliced open as audio screams emit, but their mouths are closed. They explain the whole sacrificial scenario later on and it involves giving their children to Satan, so they won't lose their riches. Many illustrious celebrities are aware of this trick and it's a shame that it'll remain a secret, since the truth is contained in a Brazilian B-Movie.

This track goes out to my late husband, Al Goldstein

 
   A female Disc Jockey, who looks like Linnea Quigley named Fernanda (Gabriela Toscano), talks about a sacrificial killer with a hang up about his sister. The way she rambles on and on, makes me think I'm listening to NPR and a she's a foxy Terry Gross. As she describes a murder, a maniac on the beach slaughters an innocent girl and hangs her over a bucket to catch all the meat drippins. Everyone on the island listens on their boom boxes and the grisly details offend them, this is obviously not her target audience. There's the notion that it could all be a fantasy like the Orson Welles "War Of The Worlds" broadcast, or are her words being channeled by evil forces?

   Meanwhile Fernanda, the cute DJ's husband is cheating behind her back and even worse, his mistress criticizes the radio show!  

   The slayer carries two giant sized knives when he kills as if he's carving up a big chicken. A creature that looks like a Sleestak in a purple robe shows up in her bedroom and harsh winds blow everything around. Are the beings a figment of her imagination or are they real, I won't reveal it here, you gotta check it out for yourself.

I'm gonna sell these Chuck Taylors to some hipster band

   Her husband Francis is a total dickhead, his wife has a successful career, writes her own radio scripts and he cheats on her and puts her down.
   A female creature that looks like a Dick Smith 60's makeup creation shows up at the station and freaks her out! Later on it, pulls its neck open and a hunk of bloody sinew dunked in yogurt oozes out. 

Do you mind? I'm trying to make some guacamole

 
The radio stories of brutality get totally quiet as a poor girl gets stoned in a tub and butchered by the unseen killer, but not before he sticks razor blades in her soap--yeesh, that smarts!

Another Mr. Bubble fatality

   The dubbing is very robotic and sometimes it looks like the actors are speaking English. After Lionel (who wears a sailor hat) has sex with Fernanda they both snack on mangos. The authority on the island reacts to the radio show inspiring the real murders and they all confront the DJ at the station. One Bava inspired killing shows two people skewered with big harpoon as they have sex.

Oh shit, my condom broke!

   Later on, Francis' mistress Sarah is visited by a pair of severed bloody feet that show up on her lawn!

ZOINKS!

   The authorities and a busty pregnant woman, figure out that Sarah and her brother are the blonde children from the opening of the film. One of the most epic disembowelment hammock scenes occurs with the brother, who looks like Rik Mayall and a frizzy haired babe listening to her walkman, unaware that a giant sword is headed for her belly.

I'm gonna slice out these entrails for Cliff Richard

 This one is incredibly gory, clunky and unintentionally hysterical, all basic ingredients for essential viewing according to TOG readers! There's an endless amount of crucial information in the DR catalog and there's no doubt that a film like this only comes around once in a blue moon. I'm constantly discovering new information from that catalog of VHS bootlegs and as we all know, it has inspired so many cult DVD companies to re-release weird oddities and people in the horror community as a whole (I mean just turn to any page in Xerox Ferox)! J4THOI as far as I know is the only source for this film on DVD and you also get Ritual Of Death, so snatch one up!
   Before working in the horror genre Mansur made a bunch of hardcore porn in Brazil, one was a Fantasy Island parody!

Fun For The Whole Unwholesome Family!

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A sex dwarf Sammi Davis Junior and Michael Caine respectively

Cemetery Of Terror

Cemetery Of Terror (Zombie Apocalypse, Friedhof des Satans) Directed By Ruben Galindo Jr. starring Hugo Stiglitz (1985).

Hugo Stiglitz and Rene Cardona Part III are in this very special Mexican edition of Tales From The Crypt--Oh Wait-- I mean Cemetery Of Terror. I've been encouraged to watch this by someone I trust, who said it was slightly better than The Tomb Sackers. Let's all find out (Cackles in a Vault Keeper fashion).

   Hugo has been in almost every single Rene Cardona Jr. flick, he's his leading man and good luck charm, I guess, depending on your gag reflex. He was also the head honcho in Nightmare City. I read in a Shock Cinema interview with Stuart Whitman about Guyana Cult Of The Damned that Hugo's a nifty interpreter too, when you're stuck in a jam.

I just need to find a Mexican Richard Pryor and I can remake Silver Streak

   Stiglitz plays the disheveled Dr. Camilo Cardan. After a female is savagely attacked in an elevator, he receives a call while half asleep and splayed in a grotesque manor. He sort of looks like an owl with facial hair crossbred with a surly Gene Wilder. His insomnia is caused by a devil on the loose by the name of Devlon (Jose Gomez Parcero). That name reminds me of how in high school, Christian scare propaganda would say if you look at the Dio logo, you can plainly see it spells out devil in the calligraphy or some other horse shit!

Freeze or you're dead, Oh wait!

   A bunch of sexy chicas in heavy makeup lounge by the river, they half mention a hang out at a jet set celebrity party. They end up jet ski-ing instead and later at a spooky house party. 

The film sloppily establishes that it's Halloween night, by showing a kid carving a gourd and some of those cheap Ben Cooper plastic masks are worn. All the dudes are trying to get laid, but get turned down by their girlfriends. One character named Jorge (Servando Manzetti) wears a rad satin jacket with a painted skier on the back and a neckerchief, he looks alot like 80's sitcom actor Christopher Daniel Barnes (Day By Day).

I'll take a beer battered fish taco and provide my own tartar sauce

   Speaking of the 80's, there's some choice fashions to keep your eyes peeled for, like a poster paint Michael Jackson jacket. The kids also carry lit Jack-o-lanterns and hitch a ride to the cemetery in a scary van, I'm guessing Mexican kids have never heard of Adam Walsh or how other kids ended up on milk cartons for lesser fatal mistakes.

You should've listened to Mexican Mcgruff the crime dog

   
   Upstairs, he discovers the book of Devlon (a crumpled paper mache evil book of spells). 

Next everyone is clamoring to get to the morgue to steal a corpse for a satanic ritual.

   I like how none of the teens argue or say "Hey why aren't we trying to get to first base with our women instead"? They all silently work in accordance to steal Devlon's body and drive it to the haunted house. 

Estoy perdido, donde es el conjunto de Burial Ground (I'm lost, where's the set of Burial Ground)

  Hugo and his driving companion act like Donald Pleasance and that random cop hunting down Michael Myers, they want to cremate Devlon but it's already too late.

The stupid kids wait until after they've invoked the corpse of the evil bastard to return to start humping--which would be the absolute worst time!

What could go wrong, we got a whole case of Pepsi Free

   The Pedazo de mierda fat (fat piece of shit), slaps people around like their faces and insides are made out of wet tissue paper. I mean guts and necks get pried open with little effort, those are some working man hands!

   The little tykes from the beginning, out trick or treating, finally end up at the spooky house where all the teens have been killed (one has an axe stuck in his head).

The kids end up in the cemetery again where the zombies that punch through their graves look suspiciously like the ones in Thriller. 

This is less scary than a sleep over at Michael Jacksons (R.I.P.)

   I would love it, if Hugo turned around before the credits with giant yellow contact lenses like in Weird Al's Eat It video. But instead he shows up in a stolen police car, just in time to ram a magically rising cemetery gate and some zombies. In Mexico, zombies, like vampires are also afraid of crosses for some reason, that way it saves you a lot of money you'd spend at Walmart buying a gun.

   The whole mess could've been avoided if the teenagers hadn't been satanists in disguise and just burnt the book in the first place. Next time you're on your way to a house party to avoid any senseless murder or human sacrifices, ask your friends if they are Jesus freaks, no matter how embarrassing it may seem-- that's the message I took away from Cemetery Of Terror.
To Be Seen On Heavy Painkillers or other medication!

  

Raped By An Angel 2: The Uniform Fan

Raped By An Angel 2: The Uniform Fan (Keung gaan chai fook yau waak) Directed By Aman Chang. Starring Francis Ng Chun-Yu (1998). 
I was slightly apprehensive to watch this sequel, I mean how could they top the last one, which if you remember fondly like I did, had an AIDS CLOWN? Let me explain; a women used her friend who was infected with the HIV virus as sexual bait for the maniac in a neon green clown suit from The Naked Killer 2 (or Raped By An Angel 1) and as punishment, contracted AIDS.
  

That's the last you'll ever see this hiv positive clown

   As far as I know, none of the sequels are related, I haven't seen Part 4 or 5 yet though, so each sequel has a new cast of killers and victims. In Uniform Fan, this new seedy character is a dental serial rapist named Philip Wong (Joe Ma Tak-Chung) who's into water sports and has an affinity for schoolgirl, mail worker or meter maid attire. 

   Two Asian stooges, one named Leonardo and another named Shitty(for real, no shit) are the awful comedy team in this sequel. Leo mentions he got his name "from the boy in Titanic" and I guess shitty is just a stinky fellow, they are played by Joe Ma Tak-Chung and Ronald Wong Ban. Both are out on parole, once they stumble upon a meter maid corpse that was raped and killed last night, they decide to carry her around like idiots. This is what passes for comedy in this dopey film. They stop at an outside restaurant and order western toast (which I can only assume means cowboy bread).

Not an authorized Raped By An Angel product

   A pretty female officer played by Athena Chu, fends off Leonardo's advances and her underage sister Jenny (Jane Chung Chun) goes to the dentist. The demented oral surgeon has hallucinations toward every women he looks at and envisions them radiating sexual attention toward him.

   The younger sister is drugged, but narrowly escapes being raped after the dental receptionist offers up her body instead to stop his perverted intentions. Something tells me she has been doing this for awhile. Philip the creepy hygienist stalks Jenny at her high school and buys her and some friends off with beer.

   My favorite part is when the dentist gets delusional fantasies about Jenny, who sticks her butt in the air and says plank me instead of spank.

   They try to recreate the similar romance between Leo the triad and a female officer (Chu) during the last sequel with Simon Yam and his girlfriend, but their chemistry is no comparison.

   Somehow at the party, Jenny is murdered by the evil dentist and her sister is punished for letting the rage get the best of her at work.

Corbin Bernsen eat my drill bit

    Uniform Fan has almost no bloodshed (other then the drill scene), but the warped storyline gives it enough momentum and entertainment value.

    Leo,who is sometimes called Bulky Kong (Ha--sounds like a Mike Tyson's Punch Out character), gets framed for rape by Mabel the dental assistant, who was already bruised and of course is also involved in his madness.

   After idiotic Shitty and Leo attempt to beat down the dentist in wacky disguises, he ties them up and goes to town on their teeth, using a craftsman drill. 

   Phillip's fate is sealed when he's confronted by the police women's field working granny, while trying to assault her grand daughter. This film by no means was as terrible as The Untold Story 2, which could never live up to the original impact. I'm in the sect of critics, who thought the original Naked Killer was pretty tame and too flashy for its own good. Raped Part 2 delivers in a more unabashed sleazy way, this one has got it's problems and is sort of forgettable, maybe part 4 will be more exciting. Jing Wong, is usually a name you can rely on when it comes to mind boggling depravity, his name is attached to the entire series. Better luck next time!

SLIGHTLY RECOMMENDED! This one is for Raped By An Angel completists only (if there are any)!

Available to rent on DVD via Netflix

Intrepidos Punks

 

"Intrepidos Punks" (1980)

Starring: Princesa Lea, Juan Valentín, Ana Luisa Peluffo, Juan Gallardo

Directed By:  Francisco Guerrero

Review by: "Machine Gun" Kristin 

SPOILERS! (of course ya dummy) 

This movie is fantastic! If there already isn't a cult following for this, there definitely needs to be! I love these obscure 70s and 80s Mexican (or Mexploitation) films. They definitely deserve a resurgence and proper re-releases with translations, commentary and cleaned up film. "Intrepidos Punks" plays almost like a lost Troma movie and predates "Class Of 1984" with a lot of "Mad Max" thrown in. This is a great movie to watch with friends because you can easily transfer many of it's plot points into blackout drunk drinking games. I'm sure taking shots every time the gang cheers in this movie is enough to destroy your liver beyond repair. Let's also count all the mustaches too while we're at it. 

Made in 1980, "Intrepidos Punks" combines so many great elements so it's easy to overlook it's razor thin plot line. I'm sure the leather, studs and pouffy hair budget alone was enormous. We follow Fiera (Princesa Lea, !?), a leather studded bikini wearing bitch with a huge ass. She resembles a bustier Mary Woronov wearing Wendy O. Willams' wardrobe (or lack there of). Her and formerly jailed boyfriend Tarzan (El Fantasma who manages to squeeze in some fancy wrestling moves) lead a large gang of violent oversexed punks who don't even show loyalty to themselves at times. There's not a lot of gore in this movie (besides a severed hand in a gift box), but there's certainly it's fair share of violence and rape.

There's some great music sprinkled throughout the film. The theme is played time and time again, maybe even too much, but it's still super enjoyable to hear. Someone on YouTube was kinda enough to translate the whole movie including this song which is great because sometimes lyrics are omitted in film subtitles which is a shame. 

(add music notes here)

Lyrics:

Intrepidos Punks! Intrepidos Punks!

On the highways, and the cities too

Robbing anybody, the always break the law

On their motorcycles, riding around with their girls

Looking for adventure, they worship Satan

Intrepidos Punks! Intrepidos Punks!

Sex and drugs and violence, they're always after action

Sex and drugs and violence, and lots of rock n' rooooooooll

*solo*

They got lots of hideouts, where they can go party

They share their broads, their loot too

They always break the rules, they don't know right from wrong

With their leather outfits, the color of night

And their punk hairdos, causing murder and mayhem

Sex and drugs and violence, that's their religion....

etc,

They even let the band (Three Souls In My Mind) have a cameo during a multiple rape scene in the police wives' living room. Jeez, they sure set up their band gear fast! I wonder if they ever played shows with The Plugz? 

Twinzzz!

I'll blow out my broccoli brains

"Intrepidos Punks" could play alongside movies such Troma's "Hollywood Zap", "Joysticks" and obscure 1975 Mexican drug film, "Cristo Te Amo" (which I found at a thrift store with no subtitles so I have no idea what the movie's actually about). I believe "Intrepidos" was mentioned in the essential punk film book, "Destroy All Movies", which I really need a copy of. 

Such loyalty

Is there a better combination? 

Mr. Mister was not a punk band

Oh man, just found out there's a 1987 sequel to this called "La Venganza De Los Punks". Let's all cheer, YAYYYY!!! *barfs from drinking too much*

Check out the trailer for the sequel!

Watch "Intrepidos Punks" here

You can find a DVD copy here

If you know of another source, please list it below in the comments.

Also! I made a button from "Intrepidos..". Make sure you check out my Instagram for my cult movie (and more) buttons that I make and sell. :) 

Cranky here, stellar job on the review sis! A special thanks to William Wilson of Video junkies blog for the suggestion that this may be the lost Deep Red title Insatiable Vengeance, so that's 2 down 1 to go. Next up will be the Rene Cardona Part 3 version of IV, could that be the correct satanic biker flick? Or could all of them just be a coincidence and Mad Foxes was the real culprit all along, shit I hope not!