Psychomania

The leader of a biker gang learns the secret of coming back from the dead from his occultist mother, and after returning from his own suicide, sets about converting the rest of his buddies. The idea of a horde of undead bikers terrorizing rural England might sound like fun, but it's not really. The returned are more like supermen than zombies, and the gang is a decidedly goofy mix of bikers and hippies. Competently made but not scary at all.

Top badass moment? This must be the only zombie film with no zombies in it! A group of Home County, posh-kid bikers, (except when they're flower loving, acoustic guitar wielding hippies), annoys the locals at a shopping centre, illustrating the reason why you can’t even go to the toilet anywhere these days without it being recorded on CCTV. Then one finds a toad and suddenly gets the urge to become like Captain Scarlet. Decent stunts and amphibian acting. No cats, chainsaws or decapitations.

This 70's British horror biker movie is a premise that fails tragically in the execution. Despite the film being competently made, the idea of a gang of undead motorcycle hooligans terrorizing the English countryside is never realized on-screen resembling anything close to horror. Some parts of the occult theme work with this story of the rebellious corrupted youth, but the motorcycle gang's "antics" are more-often-than-not unintentionally hilarious instead of frightening. Forgettable B-movie.

Goofy, fun and has some decent kills.

Amusing but very tame, like something you might show a Sunday school class to scare them straight.

This is an incredibly goofy movie about the Partridge Family biker gang who come back from the dead and act like soiled brats.

Despite some eerie opening vibes, it becomes clear that the saga of England's least menacing biker gang (these guitar-strumming posh kids somehow manage to remain twee even while killing people) and their return from the dead is designed to elicit chuckles more than fear. This is not really a horror movie but a sly tongue-in-cheek comedy, and it's puzzling to think that any viewer could get through the extended sequence of suicides and not get that.

While the biker gang is completely unbelievable, the occult angle surprisingly works - by being undeniably British. It's too bad the stunts aren't flamboyant and the scares aren't scary because there is clearly untapped potential in a satanic Flatliners on Harleys. There's a remake to be had, here.

Goofy and slow. Not exactly what I was hoping for.

Recollected this UK psychedelic bikie flick on rewatching Stone. Score maybe generous.

No estaba muerto estaba de parranda (Peret). "He wasn't dead he was partying".