Sleazy stuff from Lee Frost, there’s barely a moment in this film that doesn’t feature some kind of nudity and softcore grinding. A weirdo is obsessed with a stripper, and after watching her get pawed at a party he returns with a shotgun to do in each of her lovers. There’s some cool moments where the sex scenes are shown through a rifle scope that ramp up the tension a bit, but otherwise this is straight up trash.

Some interesting drama unfolds in this biker movie, as the leader of a cycle gang’s single-minded quest for vengeance ends up costing him his position when the others mutiny. Shot in Vegas, it’s a pretty average example of the genre that does OK with a minimal budget.

A saccharine, self-mythologizing piece of American agit-prop. Interesting how this borrows a few things from Back to the Future, as Gump plays a role in American historical events of the 1960s through the 80s, but it’s borderline insulting in its depiction of the other “normal” people in his life who, the film suggests, only need to be blissfully dumb like Gump to be happy. That he is shown to play such a large part in American history seems to speak less about his own remarkable life and instead trivializes important events.