If you've seen the Alex Rocco biker movie, The Wild Riders then you've pretty much seen this flick too. The plot is the same. Two greasy bikers force their way into a suburban home and molest a couple of housewives and force them to drink, party, and (of course) have some stinky biker sex. The fun stops though when hubby comes home early and grabs his shotgun.
I really wanted to like The Takers, but in the end, I just couldn't. Although the premise seems ideally sleazy and scummy, the execution leaves a lot to be desired. The bikers (who look like Jerry Reed and Colin Ferrell respectively) aren't very menacing and the housewives submit way too easily to their scuzzy needs. Also, the sex scenes go on FOREVER and are staged rather clumsily to boot. Honestly, if you're going to have a twenty-some minute sex scene, you might as well show it XXX style just to keep us from being bored.
Still, the flick is much better than The Wild Riders. I particularly liked the ending when the husband shows up and gets his "revenge". I'm not going to reveal what exactly happens, as it's one of the few truly worthwhile things about the picture; just know that it's pretty unexpected and even a bit "arty" too. The husband was played by none other than Booby Trap star Carl Monson, who also made his directing debut with this flick and would go on to direct the inane John Carradine thriller, Blood Legacy the next year.
The Jerry Reed looking biker gets the best line of the flick when he says, "Okay you classy cunts, who wants to party?"