I love genre cinema. I will always have a soft spot for horror, action, sci-fi, and all the subgenres that exist inside those larger categories. What I have never felt any real connection to are those films that exist in the realm of pure sleaze. You know the ones: the films from the ’70s and ’80s, filled with ugly violence and sex that is the opposite of titillating, usually shot on cheap film stock with semi-amateur casts. But knowing these films have a large following and several companies devoted to restoring them makes me wonder what I am missing. So, armed with a subscription to Vinegar Syndrome’s Exploitation TV, I am going to do a deep dive into the world of sleazy exploitation. This is My Exploitation Education.
For a film that includes a biker gang, the occult, multiple suicides, and murders, PSYCHOMANIA (a.k.a. THE DEATH WHEELERS) is surprisingly sparse on exploitation elements. In fact, it may be the classiest film ever made about a motorcycle-riding punk who returns from the dead to wreak havoc in his hometown. Of course, it wins that “classiest” title because it may be the only film ever made about a motorcycle-riding punk who returns from the dead to wreak havoc in his hometown.
Tom (Nicky Henson) is the leader of a biker gang that call themselves “The Living Dead.” With only eight members, it is not much of a gang, but what they lack in numbers, they more than make up for in casual destruction as they ride through their small town square to tear up the marketplace. They even flat out murder people by purposely riding recklessly to cause fatal automobile accidents.
But Tom is not the stereotypical “angry young man” found in so many films out of the U.K. in the ’60s and ’70s. He lives in a mansion with his wealthy mother (Beryl Reid) and her mysterious butler Shadwell (screen legend George Sanders in his final role). Tom’s mother and Shadwell have raised him in an environment where it is normal for her to hold séances during which she serves as a vessel for the dead to speak with their families. This service is provided simply for the art of doing so. When a family offers a gift in exchange for one of these sessions, Shadwell reacts like this is an insult on par with pissing on the carpet.
Through some mumbo jumbo involving a special locked room in the mansion, a vague mystery about his dead father, and a deal with the devil, Tom learns the secret to coming back from the dead: all he has to do is kill himself and truly believe that he will return. If he does this successfully, he will be immortal and able to do anything he wants. In possession of this knowledge, Tom immediately jumps on his bike and rides it off a bridge to drown in the river below.
Much to the amusement of Shadwell and the astonishment of the gang, Tom does indeed return from the dead—bursting from his grave on his Triumph in one of the few truly giddy moments of the film really embracing the absurdity of its premise. But after the sight of Tom riding a motorcycle out of the grave, the film quickly runs out of steam.
Working from a screenplay by Arnaud d’Usseau and Julian Halevy, director Don Sharp does not have a clear point for telling this story. It quickly becomes obvious that PSYCHOMANIA exists simply to smash together several drive-in movie staples that were hot at the time. But once all those genre bits are put on screen, nothing much is done with them. This is a real shame because the early scenes of the gang riding at high speed through traffic are well staged and actually look dangerous, providing real excitement. If the film had simply been a just another biker flick that came out in the wake of EASY RIDER, it might have been one of the better examples of that subgenre. But bringing in the supernatural element pushes the motorcycle mayhem to the background as Sharp focuses in on the relatively dull confusion of Tom’s girlfriend Abby (Mary Larkin) and the police investigation into the sudden rash of (mostly off-screen) murders being committed by Tom.
Thankfully, Sharp does allow a welcome streak of humor to run through PSYCHOMANIA. A montage of the gang happily offing themselves in different ways in order to return from the dead is legitimately funny, Henson and Sanders are having a blast and inject some wit into their performances, and the gang members are given silly nicknames like “Chopped Meat,” “Gash,” and “Hatchet.” It is not as though anyone involved with the production thought they were making a serious film, so it is odd that it settles for such an uninspired direction.
If Sharp had fully embraced the absurdist humor on the edges of the film, I’d be wholeheartedly recommending PSYCHOMANIA. But so much of the film feels perfunctory in the back half when it should have been increasingly loopy that it winds up coming off as a missed opportunity.
–Matt Wedge (@MovieNerdMatt)
Tags: Arnaud d'Usseau, Beryl Reid, Bikers, Don Sharp, Exploitation.TV, George Sanders, Julian Halevy, Mary Larkin, My Exploitation Education, Nicky Henson, Psychomania, The Death Wheelers, Vinegar Syndrome
This movie is so delightfully awful and I’m neither ashamed by the number of times I’ve rewatched this, or the way I have shamelessly forced this gem upon friends who found their way to my sofa expecting wine and company.
I might be a *touch* embarrassed by the length of time this movie has lived rent-free in my head.
Predictably, this extended cohabitation period has allowed me the time to draw many conclusions about what the story.
Starting with Mrs. Latham, it’s evident she made a pact with the devil. While the nature of the bargain itself isn’t revealed, it’s quite possible that she paid for her own immortality with her own son. Or, perhaps his soul was traded for wealth? After all, Mrs. Latham appeared to be living quite a comfortable life that is far removed from the stereotypical struggles most other single moms would have surely faced.
Or, maybe… she desired clairvoyance, and her eventual immortality was a secondary desire secured by some later quid pro quo? Who knows what the devil deems equitable in exchange when renting to own a mother’s only begotten son? Did Mrs. Latham read the fine print of her contract? Did she know that her deal meant that she would be eternally joined at the hip to Lucifer himself?
And what about the devil? Was I the only one pondering the humility and patience he exhibited by taking on the role of her trusted aide? As Shadwell, the devil was happy to present himself as her humble employee. Does that mean that Satan gets his kicks by sitting and watching the show? That he is “hands on” when absolutely required, but prefers that the corruption of man be available to him as a spectator sport?
Satan is a cuckold. Don Sharp has convinced me of it.
If I had but one complaint about this movie, it would be the ending. What is Abby’s fate? Does she enter into a deal if her own with Shadwell? I imagine that any grand bargain would have reluctantly agreed to by her, and only due to the greatest of duress. Because what is the alternative for her? Death? The devil doesn’t strike me as the type of being that wishes to celebrate her failure to successfully commit to the ultimate act of sin.
That could have been a sequel if the writers so desired. I’m disappointed in their lack of initiative.
I truly do love a movie that is so-bad-it’s-really-freaking-great, and “Psychomania” is one of the worst greatest movies I’ve ever watched. And even though I enjoyed this groan fest immensely, I think its storyline was a little more cohesive than it’s given credit for.
Lucifer the Cuck?? Edgy!
Thanks for your summary of the movie. May it convince dozens (or more!) to sacrifice 95 minutes of their individual lives for the sake of some laughs, some head-scratching dialogue, as well as a solid academic primer of vintage “exploitation” movies and their ongoing death grip of horror genre films.