Another attempt to keep up with Comic Book Action films box office profits. You'd think, at least, with a terrific cast, great music and a tantalizing subject, that the 'writer?' could come up with an original (read plotline) script that had a semblance of artistic merit. But no, the writer/director (read plagiarizer) took a "life magazine" type expose of an old dated journalistic tripe of a midwest motorcycle gang, and beat it to death (literally) with a humdrum telling of something proposing to be important. It's not.
If it weren't for the famous popular stars, this film wouldn't see the light of a knucklehead headlamp in the middle of the basement of Joliet Prison.
Pass the popcorn, I'm pardoned..