Friday, September 7, 2012

Teenage Hitchhikers (1975)

Directed by Gerri Sedley
Starring Chris Jordan, Sandra Peabody, Nikki Lynn
Rated R
U.S.A.

Filmed in two weeks in Woodstock, New York, Teenage Hitchhikers (made in 1974, briefly released in 1975) consistently evokes the hippie-free-love vibe associated with the historic concert that took place there a few years before.

The story concerns two young female runaways, soon to be joined by a third, on an episodic quest for life's meaning. Or failing that, a set of wheels and chances to get laid.

Though hastily made and full of the usual cinematic shortfalls one expects to find in these drive-in obscurities, there's enough inventiveness and variety in Teenage Hitchhikers to keep the viewer interested throughout its 80-minute running time. (Not to mention an abundance of skin, too.)

We open on our leading ladies, Mouse and Bird, seeking their destinies thumbs first.


Quirky blonde Chris Jordan (first credited as "Kathie Christopher," then "Kathy Christopher" at the end), star of several soft- and hardcore titles throughout the early 1970s, portrays Mouse, while Bird is played by Sandra Peabody (a.k.a. Sandra Cassell), best known as doomed Mari in Wes Craven's nightmarish The Last House on the Left (1972).

In fact, the circumstance with which the film beings -- two young girls on their own, vulnerable and seemingly at risk -- kind of resembles the beginning of Craven's film, as does the ultra-low budget and film-on-the-fly approach. However, the mood here remains mostly playful throughout, aimed more at frivolity than fright.

Sort of feel like the characters' names might've been reversed. Jordan's angular frame and toothy grin does kind of resemble a bird. And with her pigtails and cute pout Peabody often looks kind of mousey. In any event, after an unsuccessful initial stretch the wayward duo finally catch a ride in a motorhome full of musicians, a band called the Energy Crisis, who have a couple of groupies in tow.

The guys seize the opportunity to perform a song for their new audience, and for a short while everything's real groovy, man.


As the song plays on, the girls engage in conversation with the two groupies who perhaps represent a possible fate for Mouse and Bird. After their talk, Mouse cynically concludes the guys in the band probably "want us for the second team." "I wouldn't mind being a groupie… just for an hour or two," says Bird, but Mouse isn't as interested.

Sure enough, when the song concludes the fellas set their sights on the girls, suggesting what one refers to as some "groupie therapy" with Mouse and Bird. When Mouse insists on some "bread" in return, the band leader has a ready rejoinder: "You chicks want bread, go fuck a baker." "Come on, Bird, that's our exit line," says Mouse, and back out into the night they go.

The next day they are back on the highway, again failing to find rides. Hungry, they decide to stop by a pond and try to catch fish with their bare hands.


As was the case during the earlier encounter with the Energy Crisis, the dialogue continues uninterrupted, with Mouse more upbeat than Bird about the situation.

"This is the spirit we left with and this is spirit we've got to keep… the pioneer spirit!" says Mouse.

"Some spirit," answers Bird. "Give me a credit card any day."

"Cut the chatter. The trout can hear you, you know? Just like the Indians, you gotta respect your prey."

"Fuck 'em."

"Who?"

"Indians, trout, pioneers. This 'adventure' as you call it is one big pain in the you-know-what!"

Despite her pessimism, Bird actually does succeed in catching a trout, although not with her hands…


…however, it gets away, and soon the girls are on the road again. They reach a truck stop diner, and when Mouse suggests they go in, Bird reminds her they have no money. "In this economy, boobs and butts are legal tender," says the still sanguine Mouse, and they proceed.

Inside they find a young soda jerk with a lone older customer. The girls order big meals, and when asked if they have money make suggestive comments about alternative methods of payment. Before long the jukebox is playing and Mouse and Bird have engaged in a manic dance-slash-striptease for their male audience.


But the scene ends abruptly, a fizzing bottle of beer suggesting some sort of premature climax before a jump cut lands the pair back roadside complaining about how they never did get their meal. "Let's activate emergency procedures," suggests Mouse, alluding to a previously discussed plan to increase the likelihood of getting a ride.


Alas, that fails. Rapidly they proceed to "emergency procedure plan number two."


Success! A grinning toupee-wearing ladies clothing salesman named Dick Dagger (Peter Carew) stops to pick them up in his station wagon. When they tell him their unusual names, he says with a giggle, "Well, it's only fair to warn you, I've done some cattin' around in my day!" Soon they are trying on his merchandise in the car, all the while Bird explaining "We're just a couple of lonely young virgins, innocent to the vices of the world, on an adventure down the highway of life in search of truth and beauty."

"Look, who's kidding who," says Dagger. "I've got truth right here in my pants… and it's a beauty!"

Dagger's salesmanship appears to work on the girls, as soon they are taking turns in the back with him. The fun ends, however, when a cop pulls them over. Ultmately Dagger is the only forced to pay any consequences.


In fact, not only do the girls escape the situation, they make off with Dagger's cash, too. Danger lurks, however, as the arresting officer sees them off with warnings about an escaped rapist on the loose. Unsurprisingly, they soon find themselves face-to-face with the criminal after rescuing a potential victim in the woods. Our heroines decide to employ "emergency defense plan number one" which apparently involves Bird seducing the rapist by stripping and chomping on an unsubtly-symbolic apple.


An absurd conversation follows, with Bird insulting the rapist by suggesting he comes up short manhood-wise. Her criticism working to lessen his motivation. "From now on, every time I try to rape somebody, I'll be thinking something's wrong with me!" he complains. "Not wrong, just inadequate," smirks Bird.


The actor (Ric Mancini) actually looks a little like David Hess, who played the villainous Krug in The Last House on the Left. Mari didn't try the same tactic in that film, not that it would've worked in any other world than the absurd one developing in Teenage Hitchhikers. Bird actually gives the rapist a shot at proving his "technique" can overcome his physical limitations, but her yawning response only further withers him (literally and figuratively).

Mouse then suggests to the rapist they have a threesome involving bondage, and he instantly agrees.


Of course it's a ruse, and soon the girls leave the moron tied to a tree to go take care of the young girl they'd saved before, the virginal Jenny (Nikki Lynn). While giving her a bath at a pond that looks suspiciously like the one they'd visited earlier, they recruit her to join them on their journey, adding that "six tits are better than four."


Soon the trio gets picked up by wealthy woman named Toni Blake (Claire Wilbur) who says she wants to take them back to her mansion for some "parlor games… something… tongue in cheek."

Once there, Mouse and Bird plan to keep Toni occupied while Jenny is instructed to fill her bag with whatever valuables she can find. Sad strings provide the soundtrack as Bird initially rolls around in the grass with the decadent dowager. Then Mouse goofily plays with her in the bath with her over a goofily-plucked banjo.


Meanwhile, Jenny fails in her mission to gather anything, too distracted by being away from her boyfriend who happens to be the soda jerk from the truck stop, Kylie. The girls aren't too upset with her, though, as "Madam Toni" gave them some money before they left and now they're confident they can afford a car.

The group has a quick run-in with the cop from before, but a fast-motion, slapsticky montage has them take care of him in short order.


Next comes a lengthy sequence in a used car lot -- really a junk yard -- which the proprietor (Kevin Andre) proudly describes as Farquhar's Classic Car Emporium. The scene proceeds slowly, then unsurprisingly resolves in a way that provides further evidence boobs and butts really are legal tender. In other words, they get their car, and like Dick Dagger and the policeman before him, Farquhar is left in a somewhat similar state.


"Now that we have a car, it's going to make all the difference in the world," says Bird excitedly as the three enjoy dinner out. But Jenny is still whining about being homesick and missing her Kylie. Subsequent discussion reveals a little how Bird and Mouse ended up runaways. Finally they cheer Jenny up to the point of resuming their adventurous quest, and with everyone back on board they leave to buy some new clothes.

With a Joplin rag playing, another speeded-up montage follows as the girls try on clothes, with the shop's owner -- it's Peter Carew again (the same actor who played Dick Dagger) -- peeping on them as they do. But the girls get theirs as Mouse steals a credit card from his wallet while he watches...


...and they purchase tons of clothes using his own card which he somehow fails to recognize.


Now behind the wheel, the girls pick up a couple of hitchhikers themselves, a spaced-out chick and a dude claiming to be the rock star "Mongo Donny" who is in fact Jenny's love, the soda jerk Kylie (Donald Haines). Their passengers are heading to a party and invite the girls. Mouse says "Right on!" and off they go.

"Who belongs to the wheels?" asks the spaced out chick as they drive. "We all went in on the car together," explains Bird. "Thumb-tripping was getting to be a drag."

"It's the only way to be free, man," comes the reply. "I guess the material world is your bag."

"The rip-off world is our bag," answers Bird defiantly. "We've had a lot of experience." "From ballin' to bankin'!" adds Mouse.

Meanwhile "Mongo Donny" makes out with spaced-out chick in the back, which understandably puts Jenny (who knows it's her Kylie) in a mood. They soon arrive at the party, and Jenny rolls her eyes some more at a couple going at it in the hammock out front.


Inside they discover a wild scene hosted by "Bruce, the resident fag" (played by Kevin Andre who appeared as Farquhar from before). They change their clothes for the party, although soon it becomes apparent clothes aren't really necessary, as everyone begins to strip for what instantly becomes a shameless, uninhibited orgy.

Mouse and Bird quickly find mates and join right in…


…although Jenny continues to remain unsure about it all.


The lengthy, inspired sequence features tons of skin and a few scattered grins, including Bruce offering to show Mongo/Kylie his snake and a game of reverse strip poker in which losers put back on clothes. (The scene likely comprises most if not all of the six minutes excised from some versions, a cut undoubtedly necessary for the R-rating.)

There's more, including some drama over whether or not the girls might get ripped off at the party as well as what might become of young Jenny and Kylie a.k.a. Mongo. Mr. Rapist also makes a threatening return.


But as with most of the film, a light tone prevails.


Though toying with themes of innocence and experience, suggesting at times some greater purpose or message may have inspired it, Teenage Hitchhikers ultimately isn't really coherent enough to work as a "coming of age" story. Even so, this boobs-butts-and-bush-laden bildungsroman does entertain throughout, with the returning of characters from earlier in the story (characteristic of the genre) and actors playing dual roles adding an extra layer of whimsy.

A few of the episodes successfully produce laughs, and some of the dialogue and occasional wordplay might even recall the much more witty and successful drive-in classic The Cheerleaders (1973). Like that film, the teenaged protagonists here demonstrate a strange mix of worldliness and naïveté, although in this case the balance is less steadily maintained. Even so, for fans of '70s drive-in sexploitation, Teenage Hitchhikers is probably worth stopping for.


- Triple S

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Beach Girls (1982)


Directed by Bud Townsend 
Starring Debra Blee, Jeana Tomasina, Val Kline 
Rated R
USA

"We deserve a party. We need a party." 

Director Bud Townsend (RIP) does not have a particularly long or wide-ranging resume, but most of the films he made have been memorable: 1969's gruesome Nightmare in Wax, 1972's creaky haunted house flick Terror House (starring Russ Meyer girl Janet Wood), the frequently amazing Alice in Wonderland: An X-Rated Musical Fantasy (1976), breezy high school sex comedy Coach, starring Cathy Lee Crosby (1978), and of course his career high, The Beach Girls. Lost in the shuffle of bikini-romps during its initial release and unfairly obscure even now, The Beach Girls is quintessential 80's T&A cinema, a virtually plotless series of lightweight antics wholly dedicated to laughs and boners, and nothing else. The Beach Girls has no underlying message, no hidden agenda. It assumes you like boobs and watching nerds getting socked in the nuts, and that's exactly what it gives you.


The credit sequence sets us up nicely for a goofy summer romp. Slo-mo volleyball, slo-mo big-boobs frisbee, slo-mo aerobics, slo-mo running across the beach in bikinis (plus one fat girl for comedic effect). A surfing nun. Some late-stage roller disco. One topless stroller who causes a guy to squeeze his hot dog so tight the mustard shoots out. A dog who steals bikini tops. A female bodybuilder. Some chick riding a horse on the beach. All of it to set to a cheeseball Beach Boys rip-off tune by Arsenal, who do not sound like you'd think a band called Arsenal would sound like.


Into this paradise of jiggling flesh drives Sarah (Debra Blee), a petite, top-heavy brunette who wears helicopter pilot glasses and high-waisted jeans. She's come to stay at her uncle Carl's beach house for the summer. Sadly, the only person around to keep her company is the creepy, peeping-Tom groundskeeper. That won't last for long though, because vivacious redhead Ducky (Jeana Tomasina) and party-blonde Ginger (Val Kline) are barreling down the road in a convertible, picking up dreamy hitchhikers, and heading her way for two weeks at paradise beach.


Meanwhile, out of nowhere, we visit what appears to be an all-gay naval ship that's in the area to nab some weed dealers. We'll be seeing more of that motley crew later. In the meantime, the girls show up at Sarah's. It is at this point where he find out that both Ginger and Ducky are wearing shorts that are at least two times too small.


They've invited Scott-the-hitchhiker to stay with then for the night. They figure Sarah will say it's ok. She meets Scott. Scott Daniels.  It's ok. The chemistry between these two! This summer is already lookin' steamy!


Ginger and Ducky immediately head out to the beach for some nude sunbathing. Naturally, this attracts their voyeuristic neighbor Harold, who watches them through a telescope.


Also, Scott and Sarah take a romantic stroll and get to know each other better. And a nerd guy, wearing black socks on the beach, knocks himself out with a can of beer and then gets chased around by the fat girl from the credits. She's got Bo Derek braids. Classy!


Ginger and Ducky decide to throw a party. They do not ask Sarah first. Some friends. The problem is, they want lots of boys at the party, but they don't know any. So Ginger picks up the yellow pages and starts calling various delivery services. The pizza guy shows up first and offers Ducky the salami in his pants.


He is quickly followed by other service people, as well as everybody who hanging out on the beach. Sarah's worried things are going to get out of hand. Ginger assures he there's nothing to worry about. I would not trust Ginger, Sarah.


So, the party's on. Ginger does some pretty amazing herky-jerky dancing. Also, Ginger lied, because the party does turn into an orgy. And they're beginning to run out of booze. So Ginger calls the liquor store to order some more. Six cases of beer, and six cases of “peach tipple”. And she charges it to Uncle Carl's account!


Also, at one point, the nerd guy yells, “Food fight!” He's not lying. There's a hamburger and a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of mustard fighting on the beach.



Harold's wife finds out what Harold's been looking at all this time, and calls the cops. Luckily, the cop who shows up is a college dude, so Ginger convinces him to stay. And the party rages on!


By the way, eagle-eyed sleaze-beasts might recognize some of the party-goers: the chick from Joysticks  is guzzling champagne, and the chick from Boardinghouse is dancing wildly in a blue leotard!


And then everybody at the party – except for Sarah and the Doreen, diaper delivery service girl – go skinnydipping at the beach. Sarah and Doreen have a heart to heart, and Doreen tells our uptight protagonist to loosen up. That seems right. Loosen the fuck up, lady.


Also, you remember Captain Jack, the dope smuggler? He's cruising past the party when he gets wind that the navy is bearing down on him. So he orders his crew to get rid of the cargo. They toss garbage bags of marijuana off the boat, and naturally it starts drifting towards Sarah and the gang.


It is at this point when Uncle Carl, under the orders of his pushy fiance Julie, decides to drop in on his niece and see how things are going. He walks in and finds his house has been taken over by topless girls and jugglers in Space Invaders t-shirts.


Uncle Carl is very disappointed in Sarah. He wants everybody out in the morning, including Ginger and Ducky! Summer is cancelled!


Ginger and Ducky overhear their conversation. They don't want to be sent home! And so, they formulate the kind of plan you'd expect from girls named Ginger and Ducky. They'll seduce Carl! Ginger corners Uncle Carl in his sauna, where he's trying to relax. She works her blonde stoner chick charms on him.


Carl promptly passes out from the heat and the weed. Goodnight, uncle Carl.


The next morning, Sarah wakes up and surveys the wreckage. Everyone is still in the house, sleeping in piles on the floor. Ginger chases everybody out so they can clean up. And then she leaves Sarah to do it herself. Why is Sarah friends with these people?


Uncle Carl takes Ducky sailing. She takes off her top and then falls out of the boat. He has to jump out of the boat and save her. Then he has to give her mouth-to-mouth. She digs it. He digs it too, until his nosy neighbors show up. Anyway, all these boobs and smooches convince Uncle Carl to let Ginger and Ducky stay. Good job, girls. Summer is saved!


Wilhemina-the-nosy-neighbor calls Julie and tells her about all the sexy hijinks going on. Julie jumps into her limo and heads over to straighten shit out. Meanwhile, Ginger and Ducky find all of Captain Jack's weed. And then they throw another party. Everybody who shows up gets a baggie full of weed. Should be a good night. Even Sarah's excited. She teases her hair up and wears a bikini top (finally!).  She swills some booze and starts making out with random dudes. Scott doesn't like it, but fuck him, he doesn't own Sarah, she can do what she wants. Also, there's mud wrestling.

And then Julie stomps in on Carl and the girls in the sauna and fucks everything up.


She breaks off the engagement. Carl's not all that upset, really. Also, Julie gets high with the rookie cop and forgets why she was pissed in the first place. Also, the navy shows up and attacks the party. They march everybody out to the beach and execute them.

No, they don't do that. They do confiscate all the weed, though. Here's the problem, though. They decide to burn it all, right there on the beach. And anyone whose ever seen a Cheech and Chong movie knows how that goes.

Also, out of nowhere, Sarah pops off her top! And I will tell you this, it was worth the wait.


And so, everybody's stoned and getting laid and happy, even the gay navy guys and the nosy neighbors.
The end.

Not everything lands the way it should in The Beach Girls. For protagonists, Ginger and Ducky seems like awful people, and  you could excise the groundskeeper's tiresome pratfalling antics entirely, and it would not harm the film. But these are very minor complaints. For the most part, The Beach Girls pushes every 80's nostalgia button: bad music, big hair, lots of jiggling boobs, and the odd but pervasive notion that throwing an awesome party is more important than anything else you could ever do. Best of all, it introduces us to an uptight chick with a huge rack, lulls us into thinking we'll never see what's going on under those drab clothes, and then pops 'em out at the last possible moment. What a gift! The Beach Girls, like many films of the era, present us with a euphoric vision of the ideal summer, one that really only exists in movies like this. Still, it
gives you something to strive for. There's an Uncle Carl in all of us, I'm sure of it. Or at least Harold, the horny neighbor with the telescope.

- Ken McIntyre

PS Hear the gang talk about The Beach Girls on Episode 148 of the Movies About Girls Podcast!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Great Texas Dynamite Chase (1976)

Directed by Michael Pressman
Starring Claudia Jennings, Jocelyn Jones, Johnny Crawford, Tara Strohmeier
Rated R
U.S.A.

Ah, 1976. It was a simpler time. A time of leaded gas and unfiltered cigs. Of halter tops and cutoffs. Of hitchhiking and road trips. And of holding up banks with sticks of dynamite.

Perhaps that latter item might belong more in a catalog of old Looney Tunes building blocks, but it doesn't seem all that out of place in the world of The Great Texas Dynamite Chase, a fun, low budget, sexploitational riff on the Bonnie and Clyde, criminals-on-the-lam story starring Playboy centerfold Claudia Jennings as Candy and Jocelyn Jones as Ellie-Jo.

Predating Thelma and Louise by a decade-and-a-half, the film is more squarely aimed at entertaining than providing social commentary. And while the plot is on the thin side, the alluring, amiable leading ladies provide ample reason to see the story through.


The drive-in romp marked the directorial debut of Michael Pressman whose future career would include taking the helm for Bad News Bears and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sequels and a few other theatrical titles (including the Dan Aykroyd vehicle Doctor Detroit), as well as a lengthy career directing for the small screen.

By the time Dynamite appeared, the redheaded Jennings had already leveraged her status as 1970 Playmate of the Year into a few film and TV roles, and by decade's end would add several memorable titles to her résumé, including Jud (1970), Group Marriage (1974), Gator Bait (1976), Moonshine County Express (1977), and Death Sport (1978). It was enough to earn her the tentative title of Queen of the Drive-In, but sadly her career and life would be cut short in 1979 in a fatal car crash in Malibu.

Meanwhile, super cute, doe-eyed blonde Jones had done a few guest spots on various series and a bit role in the 1975 melodrama The Other Side of the Mountain and later would earn more small parts in film and television -- including Clint Eastwood's third Dirty Harry entry, The Enforcer -- before taking her talents to the stage and the classroom as an acting teacher.

The film begins with Candy racing across an empty Texas field in prison garb, having just escaped.


She meets her sister Pam (Tara Strohmeier) who provides her wheels and a change of clothes. "How you gonna get the money?" Pam ambiguously asks Candy. "Don't you worry, I'm gonna think of something," comes the answer, and Candy soon drives away.

Soon we meet Ellie-Jo waking up late for her job as a bank teller. As she hastily leaves, she tells the man with whom she'd shared the night "I want you out of here when I get back" and races to work.


Ellie-Jo arrives at work only to be fired by her bummer of a boss. She's pleading her case when suddenly Candy arrives with a couple of sticks of dynamite, lighting the one with the longer fuse and directing the tellers to fork over the loot. Ellie-Jo -- clearly fascinated by Candy's boldness -- takes the lead in filling a bag full of cash, answering the objections of her boss by saying "I don't work here anymore."


Probably was a crummy place to work anyhow, what with the jerky boss and the Confederate flag on the wall and all.

We leave with Candy as she eludes the fuzz and heads out of town back to the farm where her father and sister wait for her, leaving the lit stick of dynamite behind to wipe out one of the cop cars as she does.


Candy's father, a widower, is glad to see her return. He's a bit unsure at first when she tells him about robbing the bank, complaining that her time in prison had hardly done much to reform her. But after thinking a bit, he admits that "in a crazy way" he's proud of her. "It makes what's left of our family seem important," he says, gladly accepting the loot. Candy then leaves, her father's admonition to "stay out of trouble" an obvious piece of foreshadowing for what's to come.

We go back to Ellie-Jo, now unemployed and hitchhiking. She's apparently leaving town altogether, dropping her cat off with a friend and announcing she "hitting the road." Her first ride turns all pervy on her, and she ends up left alone on a dusty Texas highway.


Lucky for her, Candy happens along to give her a ride, and after the pair spend a little time appreciating the coincidence of their reunion, Ellie-Jo suggests to Candy they rob another bank. "We make a great team," says Ellie-Jo. "I'm a quick learner, you can teach me all you know, and we can get rich!" Candy is convinced, and a partnership is forged.


The pair attempt their first heist, which begins well...


...but they run into trouble when they discover the bank's money is locked in a safe, and the dynamite they have turns out to be faulty and of no use blowing open the vault. A chase ensues, with the pair stealing a Mustang along the way. They escape after Ellie-Jo tosses a stick of dynamite into the car driven by the policemen chasing them, the cops getting out of the vehicle just in time.


They regroup, planning to get some more reliable dynamite, pull off more robberies, and escape to Mexico. First stop, a dynamite dealer named Jake (Chris Pennock) whom the pair are able to persuade to sell them a case of ammo that actually works.

Jake doubts their story that they plan to do "a little strip mining work." But something about the pair causes him to let down his defenses.


Arrangements having already been made, Candy decides it would be fun to consummate the deal with lucky Jake.


Jake is so grateful, he throws in a shotgun, too, "just in case the dynamite doesn't work." Back on the road they go, and the next robbery -- of the "Loan Star" bank -- goes much better than did the first.


The crime spree continues, their success helped in part because local law enforcement could probably stand to be a little more dedicated to the job.


Along the way they pick up Slim (Johnny Crawford), a young drifter who begins his association with the two as a hostage...


...then eventually becomes an accomplice and before too long Ellie-Jo's lover. A lengthy scene at a high-priced hotel involves some inspired partying by the group, with the bellboy invited to make it a foursome.


The fun doesn't last long, though, as reports of "The Dynamite Women" have already hit the local news, forcing Candy, Ellie-Jo, and Slim to hit the road once more. The crime spree continues, with the routine now involving pretending to take Slim as a hostage in a sequence of put-the-money-in-the-bag-or-he-gets-it scenarios.


Slim gets winged by a shot during one attempt, although the nursing afterwards understandably sets him aright.


Indeed, everything is going swimmingly, as indicated by a montage of robberies, a funny fast-motion cash-counting sequence, and some skinny-picnicking.


The trio make a bad decision, however, by conspicuously going out to eat at a night club where they are spotted and once more find themselves on the run. The chase continues through the final half-hour of the film as they continue to pursue their plan to clean up and cross the border to Mexico and a life of ease.

They're now driving a Rolls, but the law is closing in, and soon all takes a downward turn with a gunfight in which Slim is cut down but the girls escape.


After emerging from a funk following the loss of Slim, they plan one last robbery. "The big haul," explains Candy to Ellie-Jo, "and then we'll make our escape, just you and me."

Is their last attempt successful? Will it all end like Bonnie and Clyde… or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid… or Thelma and Louise?

While certainly derivative, The Great Texas Dynamite Chase is nonetheless a modest success at both storytelling and entertainment, with a fast pace, lots of action, and Jennings and Jones offering above-average hotness not to mention genuine charisma along the way.

Really, they are “The Dynamite Women” in more ways than one.


- Triple S

LinkWithin

Related Posts with Thumbnails