This is a fascinating, simplistic rip-off of exploitation films like BADLANDS, BONNIE & CLYDE and SMOKEY & THE BANDIT. The plot is so elemental, the continuity so disjointed, you honestly don't know what to expect. It also feels as if this movie were once much longer, and was chopped to bits to fit drive-in double bill schedules. Which is fine, because IT'S BETTER STUPID. Kid evangelist-turned-actor Marjoe Gortner is simply psycho as "The Outlaw," a cross between a revival preacher and a drugged-out Jesse James. He's wild and arrogant, a largely unsympathetic character. The star, though, is Lynda Carter, aka "Wonder Woman", who comes across as one of the slinkiest buxom hillbillies to ever trudge across a movie screen. But even more exciting than a topless Wonder Woman is her sidekick, the luscious Belinda Balaski, who comes across here like a nude Eve Plumb. As we are treated to her charms, we think "topless Jan Brady, topless Jan Brady...". This movie is riddled through and through with cliche characters: cliche sheriff, cliche deputy, cliche hippie pals, cliche rubes, each more cardboard than the rest, but they're SO darn cartoony, they're funny as all get out. This film is a riot in spite of itself. Released by good ole AIP. Oh yeh, Bobby Bare sings the title song, "City Lights," about a million times. Good solid 70s rural crud.
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