Roger Corman, you have a call on the white courtesy phone:
In the heat of the Nevada desert, in the middle of nowhere, exists a hidden world of violence, corruption, sex, drugs and rock & roll. The only thing hotter than the sun bleaching the landscape is the handful of ruthless biker chicks that rule it. When a band of musicians run into car trouble, they discover help in the shapely form of biker queen Mother (Rose Gorlano) and her girls at a lone gas station. But salvation is only an illusion as the boys and several other weary travelers find themselves caught in the crossfire between a rival biker gang, corrupt cops, drug deals gone bad and the meanest Killer Biker Chicks ever to ride the roads.
The film’s MySpace page boils it down for those for whom reading an entire paragraph is simply too much to expect:
Four hot women live out in the desert and flirt with sex,drugs,rock&roll and murder.
Of course the women are hot: it’s the desert. It’s like more than 100 degrees out there or something.
