To the rumbling thrum of greasy testosterone, and with a Midwest accent thicker than a congealed slick of oil, Jodie Comer roars into her first Great American Film Role. And in his finest effort yet, Mud director Jeff Nichols has given her quite the machine to ride on.
“Inspired” by Danny Lyon’s 1968 photojournalism book of the same title, The Bikeriders follows the fist-flailing rise and far darker demise of the fictional Chicago Vandals motorcycle gang in the mid Sixties. From the moment Austin Butler, oozing monosyllabic moodiness (and looking hotter than ever, FYI), smashes the opening scene to glorious smithereens, you pray this movie isn’t going to run out of road.
