Motorcycle gang nitwits raise hell in the sun-beaten American southwest—and that’s all she wrote, Baby Doll. The small town cops, local bouffant beauties, innocent general store owners and gas station attendants in this movie don’t stand a chance. If you liked Roger Corman’s The Wild Angels, here it is all over again, except with John Cassavetes as the leather-clad leader (and Daniel Haller directing; Corman produces). American-International Pictures even brought back Davie Allan and the Arrows to fuzz up the music score. Outside of the groovy soundtrack, there’s not a lot of meat on this bone. No twists or interesting characters or faint glimmer of wit. The most interesting thing about it is its near-complete amorality, but then the half-hearted poignant ending spoils even that. It’s one of the lesser biker movies.