not horrible nor great

Great visuals, story delivers no surprises

This is a must-see and one of the best documentaries - and films - of this year.

Yes, absolutely, there is fun to be had, as well as many, many things to go boom, all amid an atmospheric urban jungle.

Fans of outlaw biker films heads up. Those who dig the revenge genre gather round. If you enjoyed Plan 9 From Outer Space this... wait a minute, where did everyone go?!Well it begins with an overlong scene of 30 or so young hippie folk laying around a garage (literally, there are no chairs!) getting drunk, smoking herb, and making out. There is no dialog so it serves to establish that.... well I suppose that the biker heroine of the film is one groovin' party host. Anyway, she and her brother go into the house to replenish the supply of brew when there's a knock at the front door. Brother biker opens the door and has his head blown off by a dark figure with a shotgun. At this point one might question whether this is a comedic effort due to the technical expertise here, we see what is clearly a fake dummy head explode, followed by a shot of the actor falling to the floor with head intact! And so begins Bury Me An Angel, as biker chick Dixie P. bids farewell to her mother with a nod, a spit in her direction, and some choice expletives (endearing her even more to the audience) and speeds away on her bike towards revenge.Along for the ride are 2 male friends, and the three encounter some zaniness along the way. Most notably a strange lady living in what is maybe a desert hotel or restaurant, really not sure what it was supposed to be, but in the film it looks like a 2 car garage with curtains. At any rate, desert lady shows them love and hospitality and then declares she's a witch. The group is not hip to this and show skepticism, so the black magic broad starts with the psychic hot-line talk, "you have revenge in your heart" she tells Dixie. Well Broom Hilda might as well have described Dixie as 40 miles of bad road because she and her 2 pals go after the witch with a vicious verbal assault. The witch is unaffected by their tongue lashing, so Dixie snatches her spell writing hand and shoves it into the burning fireplace, but Zowee! Nothing Happens! She really is a witch they suddenly realize. For some reason the witch's love, hospitality, and passive attitude angered the group, but the realization that she is actually a witch endears her to the three. It's either that or the marijuana joint witch Zelda immediately produces saying "here, save this for the road, I have more" and they form a circle, fire up some wacky tabaccy, and all is well. The lesson learned? Nothing diffuses a dangerous situation from savage pothead bikers like an cannabis offering.Parts of Bury Me An Angel are indeed dullsville, but there are enough oddball moments to recommend the film. The acting is what you might expect from a very low budget effort. Dixie Peabody's performance is so so throughout, but she pulls one out of the hat with the final confrontation and it becomes a powerful moment believe it or not.

It had it's moments, like brother getting his head blown off, and Dag bouncing in the water naked... other than that.....arghhhhh! The box shows a hot blond wearing a short tied top, and daisy duke short, and shows her side-kicking a guy in the head. She's not blonde(at least not that blonde), she never wears that top (or anything close to it), never wears shorts, and never kicks anyone in the head. As far as the tag line of taking on a whole gang... she is going after one unarmed nerdy guy who is scared out of his wits.The cover of the box should show a brown haired girl dressed like Han Solo, riding on a bike. That's pretty much the movie.

Only interesting from a historical standpoint as it is written and directed by a women and has a strong woman as the central character.There is more padding in this movie than in box of cotton.There are long sweeping shots of three people riding motorcycles through beautiful vistas... over and over again. I was able to fast forward through 40% of this movie without missing any dialogue. In fact, we were making fun of it. It was like the actors drove about 2 miles, stopped, changed their clothing and drove another 2 miles, etc to make it look like the movie took place over a longer period of time.The chick is pretty and she does a passable job, but there's just not that much there. Almost no action. Even the ending is vague and silly.I LOVE bad movies. I love biker flicks and flicks from the 70s. I can usually find something positive about any movie... But this one... Ooooffff.... Just avoid it if you can.Keep Moving... Nothing to see here.

You can complain all you want about low budget production values, but BURY ME AN ANGEL is a lot better than most biker pictures of the age, telling a "revenge-on-the-go" story that satisfies. Best of all, it defines both revenge and attitude at the same time! This is as solid as it gets with writing a feminist statement into an exploitation movie that doesn't require a single damsel going under a lot of painful distress. Many drive-in movies have copied off this tiring idea numerous times before (like the women-in-prison idea), so this movie was obviously going into a new direction. The key word is revenge, and it defines exactly what this movie is about, not withstanding the pressure of most filmmakers who still haven't learned how to make good exploitation.This damsel, by the way, falls under the name of Dixie Peabody, certainly knowing how to show who's boss throughout the whole film. Her style of character stands out extremely high and sticks with it. You can tell that she has that mean, emotionless personality inside, and never gives up trying. And you know what she's going after. Revenge, and nothing short of sweet! It's not bad to have two accompanying buddies to join her for the ride. It would almost be certain that it rips off EASY RIDER, but thank goodness this one isn't exactly an action film carrying the "femme fatale" label. Who needs it, anyhow?Bottom line: this IS serious biker hash that doesn't need to go over the border with lousy creativity demonstrated in SATAN'S SADISTS. You wouldn't want to miss Dan "Grizzly Addams" Haggerty in a movie like this, a guy reasonable in a dark-haired beard that Nu-Hart later hired. As obscure as BURY ME AN ANGEL has become, so does the actress Dixie Peabody who should have been best remembered for her solid performance on both motorcycle and turf. Where is she today? An overlooked (and perhaps lost) drive-in experience could someday rediscover itself again, if you took my word on this page.