Jeremy Garner not only edits this fun, thoroughly insane and completely bizarre flick, but also steps into the director position for the first time, and successfully achieves distribution from Wild Eye Releasing. The entire outrageous movie, from screenwriter Vocabulariast (as Jacy Morris) brings a 70s feel of a sinister motorcycle gang with devilish connections and gives the exploitation market and subgenre a swift kick in the hindquarters.  A movie that combines gore, love, leather, sheer violence, and goofiest lines delivers with a serious tone and pits it all against a Groundhog Day theme, becomes an instant winner for All Hell Breaks Loose.

The movie starts in a common position fret not, it won’t stay in the pattern for long as it has a group of friends drinking beers, telling tall tales and becoming friendly with each other while jamming to music all around a campfire. However, quickly the tempo and tone changes as a vicious gang of bikers appear, decked out in the typical fashion of chains and leather, with one having a casket trailer behind one of the bikes. Quickly the fun becomes a bloody mess of sexual conquest and torture as the gang kills everyone in their way for their lord and master Satan. Transition quickly to newly married couple of Nick (Nick Forrest) and Bobby Sue (Sarah Kobel Marquette (Crowbar [2010])), who leaving of the church pays homage to The Rocky Horror Picture Show [1975]. Bobby loses her veil as they hurry to the Nick’s car, and wait for it the preacher, a skuzzy, immoral man stuffs it down the front of his pant legs. As they drive, Nick discusses the evening plans to strip them of the virginity pride and bond their marriage, but before the festivities may commence, roaring in Satan’s Sinners motorcycle gang arrive. Their mission, to discover a virgin bride for their Lord, and create the ritual of demonic hell rising, hence kidnapping Bobby Sue and killing Nick, before heading off in the darkness. There is no need to understand how they know she’s a virgin or worrying about their background and reasoning for their actions, expel disbelief and enjoy the reckless the behaviors splattered on the screen. By morning, the audience learns Nick is still miraculously alive and ready for a rematch, with assistance from a white western dressed gentleman, Sam Elliot lookalike God (Joseph Sullivan) himself. At this moment in the film Nick finds himself repeating failed hero rescue attempts with hilarious disastrous results and requiring more help from others, as God resurrects his corpse repeatedly. Nick ages terribly, and uses more crafty tools to battle the demons, molotov cocktails, guns, attempting to destroy their beloved Harleys, and using duct tape to keep his intestines in the body instead of plopping on the highway. The movie lives up to the name, All Hell Breaks Loose, with colorfully crude vulgar language, gory killings, and excessive nudity, embracing fully the b-movies of the late 70s and early 80s, a sheer lunacy and carnage candy delight for the horror fans. There’s nothing quite like a blood covered white wedding gown and a screaming newly minted virgin bride awaiting the ritualistic moment to meet Satan and his pitchfork. The dialogue while inane borders on ‘I can’t believe they said that or went there’ and decency deny me printing here, but that alone makes it a ride to take even for just one time. Satan’s Sinners capture everything crass, from sick jokes and remarks to Elvis worshipping, ideally showing so bad it’s good moments to high conceptual designs, though not all successful completed.

This movie has the reminiscence of the biker exploitation flicks of the 1970s, and mixing in references of the 1980s, films as Satan’s Sadists [1969] from director Al Adamson and the cult classic Werewolves on Wheels [1971] with a closer Satan worship movie from director Michel Levesque. In any case, these movies had fantastic gore fueled wicked delights, Garner’s creation, leaves nothing out of the production, and this subject material requires bloody handprints.

One could believe this movie, originated from a grimy VHS tape, the post-production captures that era nicely and yet filled with fun popping practical effects for the most part and using proper set design pieces along with the costume designer nailing their attributes. The campiness and cheesy remarks all work to maintain a creative film, with plenty bloodshed, nutty antics, Satan loving worship and homage to Troma in a few places. Early moments of pacing and transition hurt the movie a bit, but never pulls it downward hell, rather keep a positive foot forward into madness.

If you seek a fun filled ride of exploitation, gore, bloodshed, and oddest lines of dialogue then this movie is what you seek to cure yourself of the boredom setting into a world of found footage and paranormal spooks, the throaty roar of motorcycles is ready to viciously entertain you for repeated viewings. Don’t worry if you laugh too much or at the wrong times, this movie just shows what it means for the crass fan that enjoys their drinks and grindhouse horror.


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IMDb Rating: 4.9/10

Baron’s Rating: 4.5/10