Comwayon A Disappointing Continuation

Organnall Too much about the plot just didn't add up, the writing was bad, some of the scenes were cringey and awkward,

Curapedi I cannot think of one single thing that I would change about this film. The acting is incomparable, the directing deft, and the writing poignantly brilliant.

Jenni Devyn Worth seeing just to witness how winsome it is.

Woodyanders Uptight nerdette Karen (cute Diane Hull) and her more uninhibited gal pal Debbie (the equally adorable Kathleen Cody) are a couple of teenage gals who decide to hit the road in search of fun, boys, and thrills. The ladies visit a hippie encounter group on the beach and give a lift to troubled Vietnam veteran Will (a solid and credible performance by Michael Ontkean), who might just be the serial killer who's been terrorizing the area.Director Thomas J. Schmidt keeps the engrossing story moving along at a brisk pace, nicely captures the breezy'n'easy carefree mindset of the main adolescent protagonists, and pulls off a surprising tonal shift halfway through the picture, with things starting out pretty light and merry before becoming more increasingly dark and serious as the narrative unfolds towards a startlingly violent and ambiguous conclusion. Hull and Cody register as fetching and appealing leads; they receive sturdy support from Ralph Waite as charismatic guru John (who comes on to the underage Karen!), John McMurty as loopy oddball The Maker, Pamela Serpe as far-out chick Frances, Richard Grayling as a killjoy motorcycle cop, and Rigg Kennedy as laid-back guitar player Chip. Look fast for Uschi Digard as a bikini-clad babe on the beach. David M. Walsh's bright cinematography gives this film an attractive sunny look and makes the most out of the picturesque locations. Tom McIntosh's groovy score does the right-on harmonic trick. A nifty little time capsule of the early 1970's.

lazarillo I'm not sure why, but I kind of liked this. It's very tame--aside from some brief nudity it could have been a TV movie. (The presence of sexploitation star Uschi Digardt might suggest a much racier movie, but she is literally only in a single brief shot in the opening credits). The plot is randomly weird, and the ending is infuriatingly ambiguous. Then there is the title song which. . . well, let me put it this way: if you went up to anybody on the street and asked them to make up a 70's-style song on the spot and sing it a capella, it would probably sound better than the one in this movie.Two girls who have just graduated from high school take a trip out to the California beach. After causing an accident by flashing a passing motorist and getting rousted by the police, they pick up a hitch-hiker (Michael Ontkean) who is suffering from traumatic flashbacks caused by his time in Vietnam. The hitchhiker brings them to a commune headed by a guru (played by the guy who went on to become TV's "Papa Walton")and a drug-addled crazy who calls himself "the Creator". Meanwhile, someone is going around strangling young women. . .This movie manages to capture some of the strange ambiance of this era, but not in the annoyingly self-reflexive way most later movies would (the music may be terrible, but at least it's not the usual overused cues for collective Baby-Boomer nostalgia). The two girls are pretty and appealing, and surprisingly innocent--this may be the first movie where young protagonists vow to lose their virginity and then completely fail to do so. (The brunette ALMOST gets it on with Papa Walton, which in itself is worth the price of admission). This is not very good, but it's an interesting time-capsule piece from the era kind of like "Last Summer", "Runaway, Runaway", "The Todd Killings", or "Welcome to Arrow Beach"

John Seal Girls On the Road has absolutely no socially redeeming value, but it is incredibly entertaining. Dianne Hull and Kathleen Cody star as Karen and Debbie, a pair of just out of high school waifs who drive off in their station wagon for a life of adventure on the road. First order of business: taking their bras off and wiggling their breasts around! Ah, freedom at last! But things take a turn for the wacky when the youngsters pick up hitchhiking veteran Will (Michael Ontkean), who's on his way back to a Big Sur commune run by future congressional candidate Ralph Waite. Activities at the commune revolve around spouting the most egregious psycho babble whilst sitting in a circle holding hands, and this soon attracts the interest of rejected ugly duckling Debbie. Meanwhile, Karen and Will are in the early stages of a budding romance, but their beachside strolls are disturbed by the local serial killer, who enjoys strangling young women. There are plenty of red herrings, flashbacks galore (complete with distorted camera angles), some truly awful clothing and hair cuts, and one of the worst folk-pop songs of the era--and that's saying a lot! Top quality garbage that will have your jaw repeatedly hanging open.

stayedhere Saw this one late one night on television in Sweden, and went on watching, mostly because of Michael Ontkean. It's supposedly a thriller about two hitch-hiking girls. But this movie is just hilarious, with bizarre flashbacks, a freaky hippie community, and an ending that makes you wonder whether they had a script writer at all. A must-see for lover of bad films. You'll get at lot of laughs.