This supposedly hot and crazy exploitation film about a group of very sexually obsessed female bikers turns out to be not nearly as crazy and wild as you might think. While these ladies talk non-stop about sex, they never really get around to doing much of anything--even though they supposedly see men as having one and only one purpose and that's to serve their many, many sexual needs. Plus, for sex-crazed bikers, they sure aren't very sexy and many look like they can barely drive their motorcycles. When they are having a race, the fastest bike looks to be doing about 30 miles an hour--wow, THAT'S crazy, man! I also like how a couple of the ladies actually drive a moped! What wild chicks! What she-devils!!!

This film was the product of one of the all-time worst film producers, Hershell Gordon Lewis--one of only 3 or 4 directors that can possibly be worse at his "craft" than Ed Wood, Jr.. His movies are usually so bad that they are silly and very watchable for their camp value--and this one is no exception. The acting is strictly amateurish (at best),the song at the beginning is completely flat and the overall look is that of a home movie with a lot of friends mugging for the camera. It's bad folks...REAL bad! But therein lies some of its charm--making it a great film for a party, so you and your friends can laugh at its ineptness.

Considering that EVERYTHING in the movie revolves around sex, it's amazing how little the film actually says or shows. Heck, you could almost show this film to a Sunday school class--even if you don't remove the severed head scene! Again and again when they are cursing, it turns out to be like Ralphie from A Christmas STORY--you know, when instead of the f-word, he says "Oh, fuuudge"! So, it's a pornographic and violent biker film with no skin, no cursing and silly violence (when present at all)! It's always pulling its punches and there is much more implied than explicitly shown or stated.

Look carefully during the "sexy" shower scene--you can see she's wearing a bathing suit! Also, while this movie was entertaining, I sure would have loved to see John Waters' perennial stars, Edith Massey and Divine, in the film as biker ladies--it would have really, really improved it immensely and helped this movie to reach even greater heights as a cult film.

By the way, I want to end with a bit about my rating of 2. By any objective measure of quality (except one),the film is just awful--terribly written, horribly acted, indifferently directed. So aesthetically, comparing it to other movies is like trying to hang a velvet Elvis painting in the Louvre. However, I must admit that despite being a giant pile of dung, the film sure is fun to watch and so I'll give it an extra point for watchability (sort of like a train wreck, by the way).

An all-female motorcycle gang, called 'The Maneaters' hold motorcycle races, as well as terrorize the residents of a small Florida town, and clash off against an all-male rival gang of hot-riders.

I don't know whether it was the original camera used or the way the negative was preserved, this is one of of Lewis' best-looking films in terms of cinematography. To be fair, some (like "Gruesome Twosome") have completely deteriorated, but "She-Devils" shows that these movies may not be quite as bad as they're often made out to be.

Already near the beginning, we know this is not going to be your usual "female biker" film (if there is such a thing). We have what can only be described as an "orgy" scene, where the women apparently keep a stable of men for pleasure purposes, no romance allowed. How a feminist would interpret this is beyond me -- empowering, or male wish fulfillment?

The vicious all-female biker gang the Man-Eaters terrorize a small town, treat guys like tasty slabs of prime beef, and engage in a fierce turf war with a rival bunch of male hot-rodders. Boy, does this wonderfully wretched cinematic swill possess all the right wrong stuff to rate highly as a choice chunk of lovably low-rent celluloid refuse: the fumbling (mis)direction by legendary goremeister Herschell Gordon Lewis, gaudy psychedelic segue-ways, ragged editing, rough, unpolished cinematography, limply staged action scenes, badly recorded dialogue that's occasionally incomprehensible, coy euphemisms ("mother fuzz"),implied lesbianism, some truly dreadful impromptu poetry, lots of gut-busting cheesy lines ("Go fumigate yourself, craphead!"),a decent smattering of splatter (a grisly barbed wire decapitation is especially awesome and impressive),a couple of uproariously lame'n'tame orgies (everyone keeps their clothes on!),and hilariously horrendous acting all ensure that this film is frequently amusing and always enjoyable in its jaw-dropping shoddiness. The gals who portrayal the Man-Eaters all give endearingly awful performances, with stand-out stinky turns by Betty Connell as hard-as-nails leader queen, Pat Poston as the dumpy and brassy Whitey, the incredibly cute Nancy Lee Noble as eager and adorable newbie Honey Pot, and Christie Wagner as the sweet Karen. Larry Wellington's gnarly reverb surf guitar blastin' score and the insanely groovy theme song "Get Off the Road" both hit the right-on rockin' spot. A total cruddy hoot.