Intrépidos punks (1988) User Reviews (5)

Sexo, drogas, violencia!

[superguapo2000 · 7/10 · 13 September 2010]

Intrepid Hells Angels-style Mexican bearded punks with inverse Mohawks, led by a silicone-implanted blonde superstripper and a masked pro wrestler in gold costume, go around robbing, blackmailing, and raping people, sometimes lighting them on fire while playing rock tunes in neighboring rooms or enjoying a casual game of Russian roulette, until they manage to upset both the mob and the authorities, who call upon a duet of uncharismatic supercops to put a stop to their reign of over-the-top terror as well as end corruption in general in rural Mexico.

Recommended.

Great south of the border biker flick!

[cheapthrills · 7/10 · 9 April 2002]

This movie is alot of fun, and if you are a biker film enthusiast like I am, it's a must see. It's your usual tale of a biker gang terrorizing towns and robbing, raping, and killing everyone along the way. Its up to the two cops who put the leader Tarzan away years ago,to stop their reign of terror. Hilarious costumes for the bikers including colored mohawks, and one of the best biker movie themes ever.

My favorite Mexicon biker movie

[Woodyanders · 10/10 · 19 May 2006]

If you've always wanted to see a sordidly spirited south-of-the-border version of Roger Corman's immortal chopper classic "The Wild Angels," then this alarmingly crude and gloriously excessive degenerate filth biker trash is the answer to your wildest, most deranged and antisocial scuzzy celluloid prayers. You know you're in for a real treat when the picture opens with the credits spray-painted in gaudy graffiti on a brick wall while a crummy surf-rock theme song (complete with wailing vocals and a tacky reverb guitar riff) blares away on the soundtrack, then clinches the whole deal by showing a bunch of machine gun-brandishing nuns robbing a bank! And that's just for starters, as this exceptionally abominable feature graphically depicts the gross exploits of an especially nasty coed biker gang embarking on a blithely immoral and unrestrained crime spree.

What follows after that astounding beginning rates as a marvelously odious anything-goes let-it-all-hang-out catalog of wall-to-wall violence, brutality and plain old no-holds-barred stinkweed depravity: shoddy splashes of grungy gore, a gaggle of frumpy housewives are tied-up and savagely raped (one has her hand cut off and mailed to her husband!), sleazy soft-core sex scenes, gratuitous bared distaff skin on frequent display, an amazingly debauched biker orgy, chain whippings, a hapless gas station attendant gets torched, a cop is dragged behind a speeding vehicle, and even a Russian roulette scene, plus such standard action as car chases, shoot-outs and explosions. The latter stuff is staged with an appalling ineptitude that's a wretched wonder to behold, while the lousy acting, limp direction, ragged editing and grainy cinematography shot on ratty scratched-up film stock further enhances the overall rankness of this supremely schlocky swill. Better still, the motorcycle mamas are incredibly slutty-looking: With their obviously phony over-sized silicone breasts, scarily garish made-up faces, and frightfully enormous over-permed hairdos, these skanky honeys resemble low-rent strippers. The men are even more laughable: their scraggly beards, ridiculous Mohawks, hideous multi-colored dyed hair, and ugly heavily made-up mugs make them seem like gay bondage bar regulars. Special credit must go to the movie's costume designer, who as the eye-burning onslaught of metal studs'n'chains leather outfits worn by most of the cast implies clearly had a thing for scrappy "Road Warrior"ish leather punk apparel. Now, with all this positively delectable and unmitigated cheesiness going for it, how can one not seriously dig this beautifully base and berserk mondo freako garbage?

The Raw Power of the Intrepidos punks.

[morrison-dylan-fan · 10/10 · 26 October 2019]

Reaching the final week of ICM's Latin America Viewing Challenge, I decided to dig right to the back of shelves for Mexican titles I've yet to watch. Despite having picked this up years ago,I for some stupid reason have allowed this title to remain at the bottom of the "must view" pile. Until today,when I pressed play.

View on the film:

Riding on the chords of the super catchy theme song (by a sadly uncredited composer) director Francisco Guerrero & cinematographer Alfredo Uribe bring da ruckus with a joyfully weird, blazing Punk Rock atmosphere, which Search and Destroy the leather- clad Punk/Metalhead bikers with mega spikes playing a Vicious tune to anyone who dares confront their killing of innocents and Bankrobber deeds (they even have a band playing their theme tune in the middle of a bank,that they are in the process of robbing!)

Riffing the second half to be a battle between Police & Thieves,Guerrero revs the bikes with gallons of Grindhouse gory sleaze, stripping the big-haired Punk ladies (but keeping the slightly out of shape lads dressed-thankfully!) bare,and finishing the set with what appears to be a tank running over a Punk. Playing the flick with a straight-line 3-chord spirit, the screenplay by Roberto Marroquin & Ulises Perez Aguirre Give 'Em Enough Rope by unleashing a animated mood by joyfully pinning Piratos, Caligula and Tarzan as names of the break-neck bank robbing and killing Intrepidos punks.

A PERFECT MOVIE

[BandSAboutMovies · 10/10 · 26 June 2020]

Folks kept making movies over the last 40 some odd years, but after Interpidos Punks, why did they bother?

Imagine if you will. The best biker movie that you never saw in the late 1960's, but instead of Bud Cardos or Russ Tamblyn, you have an army of punk rockers and luchadors that look like they emerged straight out of a 1980's Capcom beat 'em up. Now, give them all the drugs, dress them like nuns while they rob a bank and watch as they play Russian roulette and have rough sex like there's no tomorrow because there isn't.

Everything the Satanic Panic feared has become true in this film, as these mowhawked and bemasked biker maniacs swear allegiance to every demon you can imagine when they're not shooting off weapons, playing surf rock or assaulting the citizens of a small town before you know, setting them on fire.

Let me explain something about this movie. It's not enough to kidnap the wives of every jail guard and abuse them. No, you have to cut off their hands and send it to their men, letting them know that you're coming to kill them, too. Beast, the leader of the women, rescues Tarzen (El Fantasma, who was an awesome luchador and whose son is Santos Escobar in NXT now and he has a gang too) and takes off for a cave concert black mass orgy.

It's that kind of movie.

There are two annoying cops and a mob association that the punks have to deal with, but thanks to their makeup heavy bedazzled forces, blasting around on trikes and dune buggies and predating even The Road Warrior and the post-apocalyptic cinematic magic of Italy and the Philippines, you know that they'll win eventually.

They made another one of these - La Venganza de Los Punks - that's just as good. If you ask me, they could keep making them until the world stops rolling around the sun.

Let me translate the lyrics to the theme song for you and explain why you need to watch this movie right now.

"On the roads and cities too / stealing from anyone they always break the law.

On motorcycles with their girls they go / Looking for adventures.

They worship Satan.

Sex, drugs, violence / they always look for action.

Sex, drugs, violence and a lot of rock & roll."

Princesa Lea, who plays Beast, was born in Montreal and made her way to Mexico via Miami, soon becoming Majestad de las Vedettes, a queen of cabaret, where she did acrobatic dance and appeared nude in a giant champagne glass. She's a Russ Meyer-esque dream who isn't afraid to be the toughest woman you've ever witnessed. She also appears in The Infernal Rapist, Midnight Dolls and 1981's El Macho Bionico, an erotic film that dares to mix up The Six Million Dollar Man and The Incredible Hulk.