That eerie tension beneath the leather, chrome, and the roar of engines marks one of the sharpest moments captured by Kenneth Anger’s camera. As a group of motorcyclists prepares for the night, the piles of metal and leather jackets in the garage seem to transform into the setting for a tense ritual. This radical example of underground cinema lays bare the era’s myths and obsessions about masculinity under neon lights. The images, punctuated by pop music rhythms, draw the viewer into a visual labyrinth that is not easily navigated.