ShangLuda Admirable film.

Dynamixor The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.

Jonah Abbott There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

Logan By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

bensonmum2 C.C. Ryder (Joe Namath), a motorcycle mechanic, is a somewhat reluctant member of an outlaw biker gang known as The Head. By accident, he meets a fashion photographer, Ann McCalley (Ann-Margret), and saves her from the other members of his gang. C.C. falls for Ann, but realizes he'll have to leave the gang if he is to win her over. C.C. enters and wins a dirt bike race, giving him the funds he needs to strike out on his own and pursue Ann. But gang leader Moon (William Smith) doesn't see it that way. He wants C.C.'s money for his own and goes after Ann to prove his point. C.C. will have to defeat Moon if he is to be free of The Head.Given its relatively poor online reputation, I'm as shocked as anyone by how much I enjoyed C.C. and Company. The movie just clicked with me and worked quite nicely. Director Seymour Robbie may have been mainly a television director, but I felt he handled this transition to film very professionally. C.C. and Company is well-paced with plenty of sight gags and fight scenes that work as intended. For example, the scene where C.C. steals the dirt bike is really cleverly handled. The shot of him towing the dirt bike behind his chopper was a real kick. As for fight scenes, the fight between C.C. and Moon in the creek is really well choreographed and filmed. It's a solid action piece. Robbie also manages to throw in some menacing set-pieces, none more so than the kidnap of Ann. Again, nicely done.The acting in C.C. and Company is also a highlight. I wasn't expecting much from Namath, but he gives a reasonably competent performance. In a lot of scenes he's not asked to do much more than sit on his bike and smile, but when challenged, he's more than capable. Ann-Margret is Ann-Margret and gives the performance you expect. The chemistry she had with Namath seemed natural and easy. The real star for me, however, is William Smith. He plays Moon as a hulking, menacing presence capable of snapping at a moment's notice. He's always struck me as a wonderful actor and, here, he really gets a chance to shine. As I said near the start of this, I enjoyed C.C. and Company more than most. I was entertained throughout and that's all I ask of a film. A solid 7/10 from me.

MartinHafer If you see this film today, it probably will make you wonder if everyone associated with the film was crazy. Well, I would say that they were crazy brilliant, as in the late 60s and early 70s, cheap, crappy and practically plot less biker films made a fortune. After all, the films were mostly filled with a lot of non-actors--mostly hippies and biker types the studios found driving the highways out west. Add to that no real need to pay for interesting scripts (apart from "Easy Rider" which really is NOT a biker film...or at least a biker gang film)...and you have a recipe for success. That is why films like "Satan's Sadists", "Werewolves on Wheels" and "C.C. and Company were made...because these ridiculous films made money.When the film begins, you are introduced to C.C. (Joe Namath). He steals food and bikes but he's the 'nice' biker gang member...which you soon see when a couple of his fellow club members try to rape a woman (Ann-Margret). But C.C. is a nice...and stops them. From then on, things are sour between him and the head of the gang (William Smith--who also produced and wrote the film). Even when C.C. wins some bike races and should become a hero, the gang treats him badly and in the dead of night he splits. Is this the end of the gang and C.C.? What do you think?The actual plot of this film really only becomes evident late in the film (about the last 20 minutes) and other than that it's mostly women taking off their clothes and bikers riding about and Namath wooing Ann-Margret. Not a horrible movie (at least you get to see her naked) and the music is simply amazing! But it's also a silly and inconsequential little curio that will make folks say "who's that Joe Namath guy?".

R C C.C. & Company isn't great, and it isn't supposed to be. It's entertaining and sleazy, and that's all that matters. Namath charms his way through his undemanding role, riding his motorcycle, committing casual thefts, romancing Ann-Margret, and kicking some ass when he has to.Meanwhile, there's plenty of buzzy motors, scuzzy bikers (including genre stalwart William Smith and Sid Haig in a furry helmet), and generic fuzzy bike-riding music to keep the genre enthusiasts satisfied. The most enjoyable camp component of the movie, however, has to be the sweaty musical interlude courtesy of hollerin' Wayne Cochran and the C.C. Riders, with white guy Wayne coming off as James Brown in a blonde proto-mullet and headband.Watch it on a Saturday afternoon with low to medium expectations, don't expect too much violent action, and you ought to enjoy yourself.

Poseidon-3 The unusually eclectic cast of this biker flick makes it interesting, though it certainly won't win any awards for acting, writing, direction or pretty much anything else! Namath, in his film debut, plays a motorcycle gang member who stumbles upon fashion designer Margret when her car breaks down in the desert. Later, he sees her again at a motocross rally (where some of her clothes are being photographed) and before long he's restless to sever his ties with the gang, race professionally and shack up with her. Trouble is, gang leader Smith is angry because Namath wouldn't donate all of his cash (won in a dirt bike race) to the group's kitty. So Namath and Smith wind up in a battle to the death as Margret looks on in her floral maxi-skirt. Namath, America's favorite football player at the time, is an unlikely choice to play a biker, though he doesn't back away from some of the seamier elements such as canoodling in the dirt with one of the molls. His introductory scene is hilariously audacious as he meanders through a grocery store and proceeds to tear open package after package in order to make himself a (decidedly slim) ham and cheese sandwich with milk and a Twinkie!! He then purchases a ten cent item and even asks for his S&H Green Stamps! If only the rest of the film was that bizarre and subversive. His performance is amateurish and unseasoned, yet his brand of personal charisma does manage to shine through. His hairy chest makes a brief appearance or two as well. Margret was in the midst of career doldrums at this time and her husband wrote and produced this gem for her. Fortunately for her, "Carnal Knowledge" was just around the corner. She is extremely attractive in her undemanding role, settling mostly for showing off her (occasionally ridiculous) "Ensembles created for Miss Margret by Jon Shannon." Her fans will want to catch this for not only her variety of clothing and hairstyles - including an uproariously awful brunette wig, but also her lengthy love scene with Namath in which she discreetly shows off various body parts. She also warbles a love song in the middle of the movie. The most arresting person in the film is Smith. Though his character is necessarily repellent, he is handsome and possesses a lot of charisma, even when tossing off lines like "Shut yer hole or I'll use you for an ashtray!" Many quirky types make up the balance of the biker gang. Billingsley turns in another one of her detached, damaged goods roles as Smith's main squeeze. Cult figure Glover isn't given anything to do. Bracci plays a highly unique biker chick whose antics range from funny to embarrassingly bad. Stay tuned for Margret's response to her after a particularly long-winded diatribe against herself. There's yet one more in the seemingly endless parade of people who are billed with "Introducing ____ as____" and who are never heard from again. This time it's Battle as a character named Rabbit because "he can go all night long". His primary contribution to the film is a scene in which he flops around a watering hole in biker boots and wet boxers. Co-produced by Alan Carr, it was given that some beefcake would make it's way on screen in addition to all the sleazy ladies. There's nothing profound or deeply meaningful about this film (it was always going to be Drive-In fare), but it can provide some unintentional laughs and a glimpse of a few interesting personalities at this stage of their careers. It also has some nice location scenery and some decent stunt work.