During a particularly lubricated evening of deep conversation and delectable food, the boys took in 1971’s WILD RIDERS. Our roundtable review was a little hard to come by this week but what follows is probably all the discussion the film will ever need … by anyone.

We last left Paul Kersey in Chicago looking down the barrel of his finger at a gang of hoodlums tormenting an innocent bystander. But he didn’t remain in the Windy City long.

An invisible presence repeatedly rapes Barbara Hershey’s character in this quiet little shocker from the early 1980s, allegedly based on a true story.