It takes many elements to make a great film in most instances.
Genre pictures sometimes are given high marks because of a standout
"moment" in what might be an abysmal other 80 minutes.
Well, TRUCK STOP WOMEN may be never referred to as a great film
but almost 30 years after its release it damn sure has many of
the elements it takes to get there.
Mark Lester co-wrote and directed TRUCK STOP WOMEN at the ripe
old age of 27 just a year after chronicling nutcase daredevil
Dusty Russell in the strange time capsule, STEEL ARENA, which
isn't a documentary but a "drama" starring Dusty and
his crew, which included the real Buddy Love! Quite a career that
Mr. Lester was seeding and Truck Stop Women may not be Lester's
finest hour, but as a testament to a young director with some
tricks up his sleeve, you will do TRUCK STOP WOMEN, you will do.
In early 70's America was in somewhat of a transition, Gerald
Ford took over the White House after Tricky Dick had to go. He
watched his popularity plummet overnight when he pardoned Nixon.
The country was trying to wash Vietnam out of its hairy ass whilst
conditional draft-dodging pardons were being offered. Stagflation
should have been the catchword due to the oil embargo and da USA
was heading into a big recession. On the rise were Women's Rights,
hell, even a couple chicks tried to pop a cap in Gerry. Roe v.
Wade was being debated, the economy stunk and politics and such
were on the typical Joe's mind more than usual.
During 1973, at the height of the so-called Arab Oil Embargo,
the masses were buying, installing and using something called
Citizen Band Radios by the millions. These radios were at first
used by truck drivers to help each other out by directing their
fellow commades to which gas stations were open and who had the
cheapest gas going. The government had gone as far as telling
station owners to close at dark to help the public curb its appetite
for petrol. CB's were a way for truckers to share information
and with that information sharing came a fair amount of bitching
about the state of affairs in this great land. It wasn't long
before the general public caught on to this and for about $50
Americans were joining into this form of communication and the
catharsis of pushing the microphone button and yakking with a
total stranger with a handle like Greasy Granny or Polish Pickle
became a daily activity, and with this daily activity the media
did stories, before long everyone was at once enamored with CB
culture and the longing romanticism of the Long Haul Trucker
exploitation filmmakers and artists in general, always with the
finger somewhere near the pulse of the public's consciousness
began the feeding frenzy to cash in on what was quickly becoming
So from this mindset, TRUCK STOP WOMEN was born. Part sexploitation
flick, part tribute to trucking, part anti-organized crime flick
and all feminist fuck-you to the big boys traditionally thought
to run the trucing biz TSW is slightly ground-breaking. A fairly
simple plot which involves a female truck stop owner, Anna, played
to the hilt and believable to a creepy extreme by Lieux Dressler,
best remembered for a few minutes in the Shatner classic KINGDOM
OF THE SPIDERS, as she is trying to keep her business of ripping
off truckers of their cargo and of their trucks from being taking
over by the mob after her boss and mentor is gunned down in a
giant bathtub while getting his feet rubbed before the opening
credits. Anna's daughter Rose, brought to life in all her glory
by former Playboy Playmate of the Year and perennial b-movie thump-rag
fave, Claudia Jennings is in on the take as a hitchhiking bait
substance that lures truckers to the side of the road and her
partners clock them upside the head and make getaway with their
rigs. The trucks are repainted and sent on down the road usually
hauling stolen TVs or something that Anna's boys have stolen out
of trailers while Anna's whores service them in the rooms behind
the truck stop. How realistic is this scenario, only real truckers
know for sure, but there is no doubt some truth to the wanton
sluts that hang around truckstops offering up hand jobs, blow
jobs and the like for the ephedrine fueled long hauler.
All is well and good till the smooth talking mobster woes Rose
over to the dark side and a mysterious old pal of Anna's shows
up wanting to screw the mob and get in on the take. Paul Carr,
classic character actor par excellence, delivers a strange performance
as Seago, a hacking, coughing man with a secret or two. He shows
up at Anna's stays in a room alone, refuses any truck stop women
loving, professes his love for Anna, coughs up a lung, tells her
about a big score of trucker loot and wins her over or back or
All the standard devices of cheap exploitation flickage are explored
but the film by no means looks cheap. We do get over dubs, screeching
tires on gravel, and jump cuts but on the flip side we get good
performances, tons of nudity, great truck stunts, crane shots
and tons of nudi
never mind I said that already, but I haven't
mentioned Uschi Digard, yep she's there, nekkid, handcuffed and
well, stacked, as usual. One of the more interesting notes about
the film's budget, Texas Senator, presidential hopeful and all-around
dipshit, Phil Gramm got into a little predictiment in his 1996
campaign when someone outed him for helping line up financing
for Truck Stop Women. For some reason I like him a little more
than I thought I did
can you imagine not getting elected
because of helping to finance a trucker movie? Neither could Gramm,
Another thing that makes TSW an omelete among scrambled eggs
is the tuneage. Big Mack and the Truckstoppers is the name of
the band credited with the work on the Red Sovine-like country
power ballads featured throughout. But upon further inspection
many of the tunes were penned by no other than the REAL Monkees
themselves, Bobby Hart and Tommy Boyce, the talent behind a string
of hits in the 60s and the fellas picked to write and perform
the songs for the Monkees, of course after the shows demise they
paired up with Micky Dolenz and Davy Jones and hit the road trying
to recreate the magic. The pair were responsible for Last Train
to Clarksville, arguably one of the greatest pop songs from that
era. Tommy Boyce eventually killed himself after a long battle
with depression. Depression won, for those keeping score. Hart
suffered a fair amount of tragedy himself. His lovely girlfriend
was killed at an early age, she was 29. She was a former Hefner
gal, she made it as far as Playmate of the Year, she was Claudia
Jennings. That's right the one and the same, they were a pair,
probably starting on TSW.
TSW really heats up for the final act when all the plot twists
kick in, the murders start mounting up and the double-crossing
takes over. Also the song "Big Bull-Shippers" rolls
along on the soundtrack. This song and a montage sequence smack
dab in the middle of the film really help sell some of the reality
of trucking. "I'm a Truck" bellows
Big Mack as footage and stills of real trucks, real truckers,
real truck chicks, real trucker chick tits and real truck stops
are edited together travelogue style as an homage to the numb-assed,
white socked, Vitalis wearing, modern gladiator known as truck
driver. It works, don't knock it.
The finale involves chase sequences, a cattle trouncing, and
tommy gun wielding chicks in an all out battle royale of diesel
fuel, cow-shit and go-go boots. Do the mooks fall, you ask? Well,
you just have to wait and see for yourself. TSW is available from
Video Screams and a few other places. Do yourself a favor, if
you thought all trucker movies involved a hound dog, a chimpanzee
and Jerry Reed you are in for a surprise. As I stated, TSW may
not be a great film, but it sure tries to get there and if I had
to pick a better true trucker movie, it would be harder than a
wedding night prick.
I'm a Truck Stop Woman, and I live all over the road.
I got coffee and doughnuts and lots of things to lighten your
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