A movie where almost every character is a lowlife sleazy scumbag. Just like in real life. The kind of movie that makes me happy I didn't grow up in the south, at least the one that exists in this tale. There are two characters that are sympathetic but neither one of them end up in a good place. Silly bikers, naked boobs, belt-whipping drunkards, hot-pants preachers, typical 1960's southern-fried racism, father stabbing. This movie is a fine mix of slop served up by legendary producer K. Gordon Murray.( also responsible for such garbage cinema as the Mexican SANTA CLAUS and a bunch of other south of the border strangeness) It's sure to please lovers of fine junk cinema.