"Easy Wheels" (at selected theaters) is probably the first biker movie ever to have one of its leather-bound lugs climb off his machine and exclaim to a fellow tough, "God, is my butt tired," and for that--and very little else here--we can be grateful.
The title withstanding, this is not an "Easy Rider" parody, but it is a comedy about battling motorcycle gangs, one made up of soiled but sensitive men, the other of murderously feminist biker chicks, that aspires to ridiculously campy extremes.
The result is almost ceaselessly, massively unfunny, yet every 20 minutes or so, the script does yield a vaguely witty line, read with enough of a deadpan monotone by leads Paul Le Mat and Eileen Davidson to merit a mild chuckle. Very mild.
The Amazon-like sexy babes, it turns out, are in fact man-hating baby-stealers who make off with infant females and drop them off in the woods to be raised by wolves rather than submit to lives of male domination.
If this concept produces an automatic guffaw, you'd be far better off with the child-absconding cyclists of "Raising Arizona" than this, the kind of picture that names one of its characters Candy just so that it can eventually include the line, "Don't you ever take a baby from Candy."
Giving the hellish-on-wheels "Easy Wheels" (MPAA-rated R) a bad notice is like taking . . . well, you know.