Dudes (1987).

Review #1019: Dudes.

Cast: 
Jon Cryer (Grant), Daniel Roebuck (Biscuit), Catherine Mary Stewart (Jessie), Flea (Milo), Lee Ving (Missoula), Billy Ray Sharkey (Blix), Glenn Withrow (Wes), Michael Melvin (Logan), Marc Rude (Sonny), Pamela Gidley (Elyse), Calvin Bartlett (Witherspoon), and Pete Willcox (Daredelvis) Directed by Penelope Spheeris (#238 - The Little Rascals and #806 - Wayne's World)

Review: 

Admittedly, I didn't really have any expectations for this film. How can one have expectations for a movie involving punk rockers becoming vigilantes that hunt bikers in the Southwest after one of them is killed by the group? Especially one that has not only a metal soundtrack, but also a Daredevil Elvis impersonator and ghostly cowboys? Actually, that sounds pretty interesting in writing, and this is a film that somehow works more often than not. Obviously this is an offbeat kind of movie, complete with aspects of a Western along with adventure and comedy, even with subject matter such as this. Cryer and Roebuck prove to be a decent enough duo together, neither becoming too clownish nor anything too unreal. Stewart is fairly charming, especially when teaching Cryer how to fire a weapon, and Ving proves to be fairly rough but fairly satisfying villain. As mentioned, there is a Daredevil Elvis impersonator (played by Willcox), and I will say that he provides amusement in the brief amount of time he is on screen. At 90 minutes, the movie is never boring, and I can at least say that the movie keeps you watching no matter what happens on screen, for better or for worse. The movie itself really isn't that special, but there is just something about the movie rolls itself together, becoming something that is satisfying in its entertainment while having a useful plot that doesn't veer into hard vigilantism nor hard absurdity. Would I recommend it? If you have a chance to find the film, I suppose that it is worth one watch, preferably late at night, where the odd bits really make an impression in darkness. There is no one real genre to classify this as, but that is likely why this deserves the label of a "cult classic", for better or for worse.

Overall, I give it 7 out of 10 stars.