DRIVE-IN SATURDAY
It's summer, and the flicker of the drive-in is seen across the land-. Time to stock up on Boy Howdy, stash the girls in the trunk, and head for the Dusk To Dawn, because Burt Reynolds is playing. Laugh all you want at the Burt Reynolds of late night television, (I generally switch over to Call To Prayer myself.) but over the past few years, he's been offsetting those Las Vegas obeisances by starring in the kind of cheerfully mindless trash that makes drive-in movie-going one of the joys of life, right up there with sex and chewy candy.
Spend Your Summer With Burt!
DRIVE-IN SATURDAY
It's summer, and the flicker of the drive-in is seen across the land-. Time to stock up on Boy Howdy, stash the girls in the trunk, and head for the Dusk To Dawn, because Burt Reynolds is playing. Laugh all you want at the Burt Reynolds of late night television, (I generally switch over to Call To Prayer myself.) but over the past few years, he's been offsetting those Las Vegas obeisances by starring in the kind of cheerfully mindless trash that makes drive-in movie-going one of the joys of life, right up there with sex and chewy candy.
In three pictures, Burt has carved out an authentic screen persona, that of a likeable backwoods smartass who takes his whiskey hard and his women any way he can get 'em. He set the pattern in White Lightning, the best moonshine picture since Mitchum's Thunder Road. He .polished it in W. W. And The Dixie Dancekings, which got to the country music scene ahead of that punk Altman, and which remains the funniest and most devastating look at the world of Grand Old Opry.