Clube dos Vândalos

It's fair to say that certain types will stick together, come hell or higher tide or stormy weather, and they might cause a little friction, with their image and depiction, rubbing up those who take umbrage with their measure. It's a scene that's been repeated over time, on this occasion it's a motorbike they climb, with an attitude that hangs, there is a leadership of gangs, that gets challenged on occasion, like a feud. At its heart there is desire to control, not just machine but all the followers enrolled, like an army on two wheels, cross their tracks, there's no appeal, as the seasons turn, the novices get bold.

Not quite as engaging as you'd have liked - and why can't American folks play American roles? Perhaps they can't do the accent.