14 November 2009 | kithpunx82
Who in the hell green-lighted this film??
Being an overly ridiculous Gram Parsons/ 'traditional country' fan, I unfortunately purchased this less-than-god awful "honkey-tonkumentary" for five bucks after noticing the names of some of Bakersfield's' best shouting out at me in large font on the front cover. Obviously a smart move, most likely on the part of the distributors of this "turkey" to entice a sucker like myself to give it a look.
I should have known better by the photos of what looked to be a welfare throwback of the great Nudie suits of the sixties and seventies. Seriously, a blind retard would have been a better choice in the set and wardrobe department.
As far as the 'plot' or, lack thereof is concerned it seems as if scenes were just being made up on the spot, reducing what little of a back story that may have at one time existed to laugh less dick and fart jokes(literally) we now so often hilariously see in such blockbuster gems as those one-hundred plus straight-to-DVD new Lampoon movies.
Overall, I could write a funnier and far more entertaining script on what I can only name as a place where this movie belongs-THE TOILET.
Sorry...Go Cry About It.