Jesus Christ is born again on Earth. Maybe. Then again, he could also be a biker tripping on acid with a hardcore Southern Baptist preacher daddy. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s got his gang of bikers and he’s taking them on an LSD-fueled pilgrimage to the Promised Land. Oh 1972 — what a magical time you were for completely off the rails movies.
The title doesn’t show up for fifteen minutes and the same guy that wrote and directed this — William F. McGaha — also stars in it. He did the same thing for two other movies, Bad Girls for the Boys and The Speed Lovers.
Somehow, he was able to convince Joana Moore (Touch of Evil), Slim Pickens (the guy rode a nuke into Russia for us, folks) and Burr DeBenning (five years before he’d chase a melting Steve West all over the city).
With a tagline like “J.C. And His Disciples Were A Gang Of Broads, Bikes And Blacks,” how can you really go wrong? Well, the actual film doesn’t live up to the premise, of a biker Jesus changing the world, but on this budget, they were lucky he changed his vestments.
The poster and taglines though? That’s what movies are all about.
Michael Cimino hadn’t put an end to this era of LSD-fuelled movies, yet!