Aging Western fans fondly remember the fantasy Wild West of their youth. The cowgirls of early TV and popcorn movie matinée's were perky and assertive. Dressed like Barbie dolls at the rodeo, those B Western cowgirls could be mighty appealing, but they were rarely given much to do. Most of the riding, roping, fighting and shooting was left up to the boys.

Hooded Angels(aka Glory Glory) finally shows cowgirls some respect. The women here actually populate the landscape outside of a saloon. Furthermore, these gals can ride, shoot and aren't afraid of a high noon showdown.

I would have enjoyed this would-be-Western a lot more though, if it didn't seem so surreal. This tale supposedly takes place in the American Old West, but there isn't an authentic ten gallon hat anywhere in sight. This doesn't look like the fun, stylized Old West of early Hollywood, or even the gritty, less romanticized frontier of more contemporary Westerns. Most of the characters have assorted global English accents that don't exactly sound "home on the range". Gary Busey, in a small role, is one of few that sounds reasonably authentic here. These gorgeous gals wear wardrobes that defy description, like the post-apocalypse types in a Mad Max movie. For a fantasy Western without any high-falutin' pretenses, flattering jeans and Western styled shirts would have been a lot easier on the eye and far more appropriate for an escapist Western.

The cinematography is OK, and Hooded Angels features some decently staged action sequences.

I hope some intrepid film makers attempt this kind of material again, but next time with more affection and understanding of the mythical American Old West.

If you ever stroll or jog down an alley, you will recognize this movie. A former treasure, left out for the junk man. This is junk-movie-making, already leftover detritus even when it is new. I liked it. It is a typical post Civil War movie- where the rules of law are broken. This is an exciting cusp for a writer to explore. Sometimes. This may be Spaghetti-western territory. This movie has no great aims. It just gets the job done, in a rough and not so artful way. Shot in South Africa, I believe. The Southerners and Northerners attack Silver City, Texas and the women and children suffer. Rape and assorted mayhem ensue. It is bad-really bad. The traumatized women of Silver City band together to wreak revenge on civilization-in general. Not on the North nor the South-but generally. The plot continues. The suddenly bad-a** bitches of Silver City rise up and take revenge. Even more bloodshed evolves into an orgy of crime and lesbianism. Lesbianism is a theme for certain characters-yet the really assertive ladies turn into heterosexuals after all. God bless 'em. This idea of a robber seducing her sworn enemy is one of the few dramatic ideas in this movie. Some guy named Wes:Paul Johansson, has to hunt down the evil bank-robbers: The Silver City robber/bitches. It all goes downhill from here-as if you didn't know that. The proto-lesbian robbers can't get a clue, and desist from robbing. No. There is one last Big Heist. All Hell breaks loose. It is clear that Amanda Donohoe is the best actress in this movie, and she glows with talent and womanliness. She easily takes on a southern/Western US accent and acts up to par in this predictable goat-roper standard Western. I suspect this is a covert Lesbian Cult Hit in the making. Honestly, why else did I, a man rent it after all? Trivia: watch for the lambswool covered boom microphone in the last big fight scene.

"Hooded Angels" aka "Glory Glory" is a movie that should come with a warning label, something like: "caution- watching this movie is a waste of time-the ending does not deliver anything useful". When you begin watching a movie that physically looks professional (decent cinematography-good film stock) you tend to assume that its other elements (story, acting, production design) will also be professional. Inside this professionally shot package is a story about a group of aging beauty queens and models robbing banks in the American West, wearing a selection of clothes from the Neiman-Marcus Leather Shop, showcasing acting talent on the level of your local high school's senior play, and engaging in a whole lot of poorly staged violence. So it would seem reasonable to assume that there is more here than meets the eye since nothing could be unintentionally this bad.

Midway into the movie you conclude that this is some kind of ambitious "expressionistic" masterpiece (insert David Lynch here). So you watch the rest of it, waiting for director Paul Matthews to pull all these surreal qualities into a nice package of allegory and metaphor. But this does not happen because this is actually supposed to be serious (insert "realism" here),it is actually supposed to be taken literally. Its record-breaking score on the lameness meter is unintentional.

"Hooded Angels" is what would happen if someone were unwise enough to cross "Taxi" (2004) with "The Quick and the Dead" (1995) and mix in a little Sergio Leone texture. Unfortunately nothing good results, only bad and ugly.

The earlier comments give a reasonably accurate detailing of the story. This may not be the worst movie of all time but it is a strong contender.