How can a film that brings punk rockers from Queens, cowboys, Indians and crazed homicidal villains together in Utah be taken seriously? The answer, of course, is that it can’t.
Dudes tells the story of three punked-out New Yorkers – Milo, Grant and Biscuit – who set out for Hollywood in a Volkswagen and get attacked while camping out in Big Sky country. Milo is murdered by Missoula, leader of a wild-eyed gang that roams the west killing Mexicans. Grant and Biscuit vow to avenge Milo’s death.
Even if one were inclined to overlook the derivative story line, Dudes still manages to throw itself from the saddle so many times it bruises the sensibilities. The humor, when intentional, is slapstick. The dialog is hopelessly adolescent, the music incredibly loud and the plot is dependent on a bizarre sequence of coincidences.