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The concept of the movie originated from Frances Doel, after reading the 1973 novel Alp by William Hjortsberg, contacted him at his Montana home and she came up with the idea of a movie about two women and a robber on the run called Three's Company. Hjortsberg objected to the idea saying nobody would watch a movie like that. He made an agreement with Doel that he could write a moonshine car chase comedy and he wrote the script, all with assistance from Doel over the phone. See more »
When Harley's air boat runs across the road and is nearly hit by the Buick Skylark the car stops at a slight angle on the road. When the second air boat follows him the Buick is now at a much more pronounced angle to the road, even having the rear tire off the pavement. See more »
[After getting thrown to the ground by Harley Thomas]
Knock off the Kung-Fu shit!
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End credits cast list is in Order of Appearance. See more »
Doesn't have the commercial appeal of "Smokey and the Bandit", though the leads are game...
Fatuous, witless, disappointing Southern moonshine adventure, with Kate Jackson as the daughter of a soda pop king and manufacturer of poisoned whiskey; she and thrill-seeking boyfriend David Carradine attempt to stop of shipment of the bad booze but run afoul of both the law and the moonshiner's shotgun-toting stooges. The redneck histrionics are shrill and labored, and the comedy relief is rather obvious (one of the better scenes has two hired killers bemoaning all the violence on TV, though it doesn't have the punch that better writing and directing might have given it). There are car crashes galore, two geezer brothers making whiskey in a swamp-land shack, an alligator wrasslin' preacher, and an ear-splitting soundtrack filled with hick music and squealing tires. Jackson and Carradine aren't bad, but they have next to nothing to work with; supporting cast includes some fine character actors, including a bearded, shaggy-haired Charles Napier, but they get stuck playing unfunny goons. Some of the best lines are delivered by the bit players, such as a garbage collector who points when he talks and a foreign delivery man who sings to himself on the job. *1/2 from ****
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