Hell Ride

Larry Bishop, son of Rat Packer Joey and a star of ’60s biker flicks, gets back on the hog and in the director’s chair for this grindhouse homage, which, executive-produced by no less than Quentin Tarantino, is as much spaghetti western as it is Hell’s Angels turf war. Bishop himself stars as Pistolero, a poor man’s Snake Plissken who’s the “pres” of the Victors motorcycle gang, which has recently renewed a blood feud with the rival 666ers. The pulpy dialogue that precedes the violent eruptions bears the mark of Tarantino; the frayed plot no so much. It’s too bad the Pulp Fiction auteur didn’t take the reins: there are scenes in which Bishop the director loses touch with Bishop the actor, and then, as scriptwriter, he sails overboard with inane cunnilingus cockamamie. Still, Hell Ride is more amusing spectacle than hellacious disaster and should sate grindhouse ghouls. 83 minutes | Kendall Square