When Quentin Tarantino gets a “presents” billing or a “producer” credit these days, flashback to “Pulp Fiction” or “Kill Bill” rather than see what he’s branding now: a biker film overkilled with genre in-jokes and hipsterish quips about nihilism, sex-istentialism and Marcel Proust in a dusty dive called Dani’s Inferno. Producer-writer-director-actor Larry Bishop plays Pistolero, a biker chieftain on a mission to do right by a woman that rival bikers tied to a chair, stabbed, shot and burned alive in 1976 as her son watched. Thirty-two years later a new biker with no past rolls on to the scene. Betrayers are betrayed. Assassins shoot arrows. Rococo exchanges include a reminder for a rendezvous set for Inn Six on Route Six at six in the morning: “Are you going to tell me six more times? A child of six could remember that.” One gang is the 666’ers. There’s a line about a “666 cc. psycho-symphony” and three keys numbered “666” will open a mysterious box buried in the desert. Black leather and bloodshed abound. The score is twang-full. Disposable po-mo menthol. With Michael Madsen, Eric Balfour, Vinnie Jones, David Carradine, Laura Cayouette and Dennis Hopper. 85m. (Bill Stamets)
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