The Loveless (Kathryn Bigelow & Monty Montgomery, 1981)
Kathryn Bigelow and Monty Montgomery’s shiny and chrome fifties biker movie The Loveless sees Willem Dafoe’s motorcycle gang stop off in small town America long enough to stir the locals into a frenzy. The film is painstakingly cool; with a compulsive attention to period detail and dialogue so sharp it’ll cut you: "What’s a bum gotta do to drive this thing?" "Turn the key." The camera lingers on male bodies, ogling the leather-clad gang members as if they come from another planet. Of course, to the locals, whose world consists of a garage, a bar and a diner, they might as well do. The natives react to the invasion of their town with a mixture of anger, awe and straight up envy: “Y’know, I ain’t never seen anything like it in my life. They’re animals! Hell, I’d love to trade places with them for a day or two.” By the end though, the film has the townsfolk reveal their own lurking brand of entrenched, masculine ugliness as far more awful than anything the rebel-posers (“It don’t matter which way I’m coming from. It’s which way I’m going.”) on Harleys can come up with.






