One for Each of the Deadly Sins…Blessed by the Devil Himself!
The Savage Seven (1968)
Wednesday April 16th
Film starts at 8pm
Lady Jay’s, 633 Grand St, between Manhattan & Leonard, Brooklyn, NY 11211
Free Popcorn, Juke Box Meccanica, $2 Bingo for Prizes, PRIZES!
Motorcycle madmen marauding on their menacing machines making minced meat of any macho man who might try to mensurate his might, leaving them mewling in their mitts.
The Savage Seven are merciless mercenaries with metagnostic morals and a malism towards mankind. Seven savage scofflaws scowling at society.
Violent in anger. Savage in love . . . . Defiant in play!!
These are the exact words that ran through my head after I finished this film for the very first time. When I was around ten years old I asked the man across the street with the long hair, beard, and a motorcycle “what exactly do bikers do all day?”
. . . without responding he opened his garage and reached up to a shelf. Sliding his hand under a folded saddle blanket, he pulled out an old beat up VHS tape. Extending his scarred and tattooed arm, he handed the tape over to me. His fingers were gnarly, dirt under every nail. His hands covered with cuts, cigarette stains, and bruised knuckles.
Riding Like Outlaws of Another Day…Violent…Defiant!
I nodded in silence, then turned and crossed the street back to my family’s second floor Bronx apartment to watch what would become my new favorite movie.
Directed by New York City Native Richard Rush, this 1968 film spawned Penny Marshall’s acting career. The Savage Seven follows the exploits of a greedy business man who attempts to pit two fringe groups against each other in a plot that eventually falls apart.
The roar of their pipes is their battle cry… the open road their killing ground!
Packed with hilarious stereotypes, outrageous fight scenes, globs of blood, and some pretty entertaining one liners like – “Hey man, you barfed on my broad!” – The Savage Seven will get even your most stale, least personable friend who’s no fun at all, and never has a good time no matter what you do, to crack a smile.
. . . that’s if you can drag them out of the house long enough to watch it.
– Brian Darwas
Read an interview with filmmaker Brian Darwas here: The Motorcycle Film Festival
Check out his films here: Atomic Hot Rods