If you don't like this movie, then I'm afraid we cannot be friends.
Poor Wynona Sue Turnpike...her life is so very sad. Nobody else in the history of cinema has endured such cruel mistreatment(except, maybe Mr. Bill). But through the anguish, there's always her music...and wonderful music it is...a very skewed countryfried honky-tonk style sent straight from the decimated heart of a hopeful soul, lost in an unfair and abusive world of goddamnsonofabitches and drag queens so ugly they could turn a man to stone.
HIGHWAY OF HEARTACHE is Wynona Sue Turnpike's sad story. Set in an absurreal Crayola-bright world where tacky is the new tasteful, we follow our chain-smoking heroin through her dot-to-dot descent into heartbreak Hell, where evil people do evil things to the good and innocent. Elvis-impersonating gynecologists, infidel husbands, abusive parents, and a variety of other mean-spirited characters trample this good-natured woman, who wants nothing more in all the world than her gee-tar, some cigarettes, and a man to love. You will feel her pain(and laugh uncontrollably at it).
This is a blueprint cult-classic, but distribution Hell seems to be the culprit in its perpetual obscurity. That's a shame, as it's a riotously funny, grossly offensive picture with some downright better-than-decent original music, creatively presented on an obviously very low budget. I'd like to say it's entirely original, but there's definitely some touches of FORBIDDEN ZONE and PEE-WEE'S PLAYHOUSE in the mix, and an overall John Waters panache to the entire project.
There are people who will find this film shrill, weird, and hateful, and will therefor dislike it...well, we can deal with those folks later.
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