Always wanted to be a baddass motorcycle guy, making loud frap-frap-frap noises at stoplights in front of libraries, parking on sidewalks that have signs that say “no parking on sidewalks,” flipping off little kids and basically being a big leather dumf*ck on wheels other than a big leather dumbf* with a bus pass.
But I’m too much of a four-door wuss to own a bike, let alone ride free on one across my neighbors’ lawns. So I’ll have to live vicariously through Homicycle (2015), a long-overdue indie ’80s style exploitation flick. (First heard about it a couple of years ago. So kudos to the filmmakers for keeping my dreams alive.)
So what does Homicycle do? Glad you asked: “A town is under siege by a gang of drug dealers when from seemingly out of nowhere, a mysterious man in black astride a motorcycle begins targeting the junk peddlers for death!”
Aside from “astride” (who even uses that word anymore except people who go to libraries while I frap-frap-frap outside?), I’m diggin’ this business model. Sure, you have The Wraith (1986) who does kinda the same revenge-fueled agenda thing, but in a really cool car (clearly an inspiration for Homicycle). But since when does a revenge-fueled agenda suck, especially when it ends up in splattery retribution?
P.S. If you ride around on a cool bike and have revenge on your mind, wear a helmet. It’s the law. And if you break the law, you’re probably a criminal. No one wants that.
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