The eminently huggable blonde doll Leslie Ackerman (the wide-eyed hick chick ingénue in "The First Nudie Musical") and equally cuddlesome brunette Sandy Serrano are disarmingly sweet and appealing as Cindy and Leah, a pair of teenage runaways who can turn all the guys' heads with effortless ease. Fed up with their grim dysfunctional families, Cindy and Leah hit the road in search of a better life. Trouble occurs when they encounter lecherous no-account mobster "Tank" McCall (a juicy slice of premium grade ham by familiar corpulent character thesp Mel Welles, a regular in numerous Roger Corman films of the 50's and 60's). The girls make off with Tank's beloved Cadillac, not knowing that there's a hot $2 million stashed in the trunk. Tank's flunkies (played by ace fast car drivers Speed Stearns, Gary "The Fastest Man Alive" Gabelich and Ron Ross; the latter also helmed the expectedly destructive crash 'em and smash 'em up automotive action sequences) and the cops alike give chase.
Welles directs this delightfully inane 70's outdoor picture show piffle with the same light, playful touch and able sense of goofy fun which made his sublimely silly "Lady Frankenstein" such a top-drawer trashy treat. The flimsy and sloppy, yet busy and colorful script by "Drive-In Massacre" scribes John Goff and George "Buck" Flower mixes tacky melodrama, lowbrow bawdy humor, dirty pun-laden dialogue, and dippy dimestore chase action thrills into an engagingly loopy, rambling and off the cuff messy free-form digressive brew that eschews basic firmly focused narrative thrust in favor of rickety, what the hell, just go with the freaky flow style gonzo improvisation. Bill Davis' lovably clunky cinematography (like, dig those freeze frames, split screens and dizzying cutaway shots, man), a choice soundtrack of wonderfully crummy rock tunes, Jim Glitter's funky-jamming blues and country-laced score, the winningly tart chemistry between the naive, mopey Ackerman and the more worldly and brassy Serrano, and the general sense of carefree abandon round off the weirdly alluring attractions to be found in this likeably inconsequential duffball flick.
Welles directs this delightfully inane 70's outdoor picture show piffle with the same light, playful touch and able sense of goofy fun which made his sublimely silly "Lady Frankenstein" such a top-drawer trashy treat. The flimsy and sloppy, yet busy and colorful script by "Drive-In Massacre" scribes John Goff and George "Buck" Flower mixes tacky melodrama, lowbrow bawdy humor, dirty pun-laden dialogue, and dippy dimestore chase action thrills into an engagingly loopy, rambling and off the cuff messy free-form digressive brew that eschews basic firmly focused narrative thrust in favor of rickety, what the hell, just go with the freaky flow style gonzo improvisation. Bill Davis' lovably clunky cinematography (like, dig those freeze frames, split screens and dizzying cutaway shots, man), a choice soundtrack of wonderfully crummy rock tunes, Jim Glitter's funky-jamming blues and country-laced score, the winningly tart chemistry between the naive, mopey Ackerman and the more worldly and brassy Serrano, and the general sense of carefree abandon round off the weirdly alluring attractions to be found in this likeably inconsequential duffball flick.