Nomad Riders by Skids Poppe

Why is it that all biker films have to have the word ‘rider’ somewhere in the title?

All right, not all of them, but enough to make me think there’s some kind of conspiracy around. I just sat through eighty-two minutes of a film called Nomad Riders and I’m not sure why they were called nomads. I’m so confused. What is it? Did some market survey dweeb over at Vestron Pictures decide that if you call a film ‘Blank Riders’ or ‘Riders of the Blank’ that immediately all of us bikers would pick it up. I did. I’m not above saying I judge a film by its advertising, but no more! Continue reading “Nomad Riders” →

Wild Riders – Reviewed by Skids Poppe

I am the first one to admit that my tastes may not be for everybody but I am quite sure we can all agree on this one. Let me start from the beginning. The other day, about a week ago, I’m at the video store looking for a flick for this month’s Spoke piece and the guy who works there comes over with a tape in his hands. “Hey, Skids,” he says, “I think you should check this one out.” Continue reading “Wild Riders” →

Harley Davidson and The Marlboro Man – Reviewed by Skids Poppe

My opinion is that if you’re going to see a movie, you may as well see one you can identify with, right? So I’m looking through the paper and all that’s showing is this ‘feel-good’ crap that seems to be so damn popular these days. I hate going out, handing over my hard earned dough to some pimply face teenager so I can sit for two hours in a dark room and watch a bunch of fuckin’ yuppies whine about how miserable their lives are against a background of new age synthesizer drivel. I mean where’s Dennis Hopper when you want to see a great flick about real people who are just like me. When I spend my cash, I want to see action, girls, bikes, explosions, guns and more bikes. Like I said, all I want is something I can identify with, is that so much to ask. Continue reading “Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man” →