I wasn't able to catch all of this but I saw enough. Did they still have drive-in movies in 1972? I don't remember. If they existed, they must have been one of the first venues in which this movie was shown.
Briefly, Peter Fonda is a race car driver manqué who is mostly busy laughing his way through life. He and his taciturn mechanic, Adam Roarke, rob a store and zip away in their souped-up Dodge Charger with the intention of breaking into the NASCAR circuit. Along for the ride is the toothsome Susan George, whose sun-tanned midriff is nothing less than astonishing. A pleasing desktop wallpaper might consist of nothing more than a close up of her belly button. She's wide eyed. And those teeth -- she could eat a lobster, shell and all.
There are endless scenes of this lime-green hot rod speeding down the back roads between groves of walnut trees. It's impressively scenic, really. And Fonda puts the pedal to the metal even when he doesn't have to. Every time the car is set in motion it burns rubber. I'm telling you, there's real power under this baby's big forty-foot hood.
Sometimes in hot pursuit is an eager deputy who has had his squad car souped up, but he's in the picture only to provide more thrills than a single speeding automobile can generate. The deputy zooms along at warp speed and tries to bump the Dodge off the road, muttering to himself -- "Eat this for LUNCH, you scum bag!" Things like that. Also in pursuit from the air is the sheriff in charge of the case, the sour puss Vic Morrow with his evil features and pursed lips.
In the end, although Fonda, Roarke, and George have outrun and outwitted the law, they learn their lesson. The lesson is, "Never take your eyes off the road when you're traveling at Mach 2." If you like pool games, small-time crooks, a loathing for authority, and fast cars, you'll love this.
Briefly, Peter Fonda is a race car driver manqué who is mostly busy laughing his way through life. He and his taciturn mechanic, Adam Roarke, rob a store and zip away in their souped-up Dodge Charger with the intention of breaking into the NASCAR circuit. Along for the ride is the toothsome Susan George, whose sun-tanned midriff is nothing less than astonishing. A pleasing desktop wallpaper might consist of nothing more than a close up of her belly button. She's wide eyed. And those teeth -- she could eat a lobster, shell and all.
There are endless scenes of this lime-green hot rod speeding down the back roads between groves of walnut trees. It's impressively scenic, really. And Fonda puts the pedal to the metal even when he doesn't have to. Every time the car is set in motion it burns rubber. I'm telling you, there's real power under this baby's big forty-foot hood.
Sometimes in hot pursuit is an eager deputy who has had his squad car souped up, but he's in the picture only to provide more thrills than a single speeding automobile can generate. The deputy zooms along at warp speed and tries to bump the Dodge off the road, muttering to himself -- "Eat this for LUNCH, you scum bag!" Things like that. Also in pursuit from the air is the sheriff in charge of the case, the sour puss Vic Morrow with his evil features and pursed lips.
In the end, although Fonda, Roarke, and George have outrun and outwitted the law, they learn their lesson. The lesson is, "Never take your eyes off the road when you're traveling at Mach 2." If you like pool games, small-time crooks, a loathing for authority, and fast cars, you'll love this.