Konterr Brilliant and touching

TrueHello Fun premise, good actors, bad writing. This film seemed to have potential at the beginning but it quickly devolves into a trite action film. Ultimately it's very boring.

Usamah Harvey The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

Zlatica One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

mitchshoffner 1969 Mitch(6th SFG), Tom, Lowel (both in the 82nd) forced all the biker gangs in Fayetteville to go underground. We put over 17 gang members in the hospital over a one month span. For almost a year you could not find a male gang member in a bar. It was Lowel's girl friend that had been gang raped by a motorcycle gang in Mississippi. Lowel never found the gang, he left home and joined the service. He had been a starting guard for Ole Miss and walked away from college and football. He was one of the biggest guys I had ever seen but was gentle as a kitten until one night in early spring at the Cellar (sight of the Airborne Museum) in 1969 when he had an altercation with a motorcycle gang, this started the war. We decided the next day to see if we could clear Fayetteville of motorcycle gangs and spent the summer working toward that goal.I would love to know who created this story.Mitch, Sgt 6th SFG

Wizard-8 For the most part, I agree with most of the previous user comments - "Chrome and Hot Leather" is a terrible movie. It's hard to believe that American-International Pictures, who were usually experts at drive in movies, would pick this up for distribution. It's a slow-moving exercise that has very little exploitation material - no nudity or sex, no foul language, and the violence is almost totally confined to the opening and closing. No one in the cast gives a good performance, and the musical score is one of the worst I've heard from a movie for a long time.Still, the movie is not completely without merit. Praise should be given to the movie by going against the norm of the time and depicting the military protagonists as real heroes. They are loyal and professional, and of sound minds. And they manage to defeat the bikers without killing any of them! It's too bad these likable heroes couldn't have been in a better movie.

kapecki Come on now...a biker flick is supposed to be violent and sleazy. This one is so antiseptic it would have made it by TV censors in the 70's--even if the original American-International ads tried hard to suggest otherwise. It does contain one great line: As the biker gang leader prepares to rough up one of our heroes, he is distracted by a fellow gang member playing a noisy pinball machine, leading to remark, "Gabriel, can't you see that we're menacing someone?" Ludicrous music, seemingly from another film, accompanies one of the climactic fight scenes. Sadly, this film could give the Hell's Angels a good name.

scorpio-x I appreciate the cheesy and inept exploitation flick as much as the next person--in fact, probably a good bit more--but even by by basement standards, "Chrome and Hot Leather" is a piece of crap. The whole story of Green Berets vs. Bikers is lame and unconvincing on all sides, the bikes are nothing special, nor is the riding done on them. But one thing does set this film apart and that would be the presence of the legendary Marvin Gaye as one of the aforementioned military types. And it makes one a bit sorry that he didn't do more acting (his only other dramatic role seems to have been alongside Lee Majors in a similarly forgettable film): Gaye's on-screen presence is as relaxed and charming as his musical style and he was certainly easy on the eyes. Still, what drove him to make supporting appearances in drive-in fodder escapes me--probably the same thing that drove him to train with the Chicago Bears. But, if it's biker trash you want, I suggest the classic "The Wild Angels" or the magnificently sleazy "She-Devils on Wheels." And, if you want to appreciate Marvin Gaye's talent, you might be better off tracking down one of his "Shindig!" or "T.A.M.I. Show" appearances.