These movies are about the tension between outsiders and society and the perceived threat these motorcyclists represent when they roll into town. That we mythologize these characters as beacons of freedom is ironic since most of us would likely be the antagonists in these movies. Equating motorcycles with freedom also reduces the complexity of the characters who ride them. It separates them from their bad choices, which, in the pantheon of outlaw biker films, there are plenty.
The Bikeriders, which opens at The Triplex this week, attempts to ground the motorcycle movie in reality. Based on Danny Lyon’s chronicling of a real-life motorcycle gang in the 1960s, writer and director Jeff Nichols approaches the material with a gritty, anthropological lens. There’s still a brooding sense of romance imbued throughout the movie (especially when Tom Hardy and Austin Butler share the screen), but Nichols focuses on the dark, messy qualities that erode the mythos of the club’s members and reduce them to common criminals.
Now the question is how will we remember The Bikeriders years from now? As an honest depiction of the faults, failings, and appeal of motorcycle counterculture? Or another movie where actors looked great in leather jackets, with the wind whipping through their hair?