Sixpack Annie

As a serious moviegoer, you should periodically spend ninety minutes or so with a picture such as this one. You will clear your mind of such considerations as camera angles, lighting effects, directorial nuances, and similar aesthetic clutter. There will be no demands on your analytical abilities or your appreciation of cinematic excellence. You will forget your troubles, lose yourself in the sheer mindlessness of it all, and probably enjoy yourself immensely.

Warning: Don't watch it a second time. You will be left wondering how you not only could have sat through it once, but genuinely liked it.

Then watch it a third time to see which previous impression was correct. I dare you.

This is one of the Southern-fried "hickspoiation" flicks that were very popular in the drive-in circuit in the South during the 1970s (even though they didn't always offer a very flattering portrait of the region). This is a lot more tame than most, however, and kind of anticipates the network TV show "The Dukes of Hazzard". (The lead actress, Lindsey Bloom, was a semi-regular on that show and her husband, country singer Mayf Nutter, supposedly inspired it).

Bloom plays the titular sexpot "Six Pack Annie" who tools around in a dusty pickup truck dressed in a halter-top and short-shorts with an ever-present six-pack of beer slung over her shoulder (I guess drunk driving wasn't much of a concern back then). The conflict unfolds when the aunt she lives with is about to lose her diner unless she can come up with $30,000 for the bank. The horny local sheriff (kind of a cross between "Boss Hogg" and "Roscoe P. Coltrane"), who likes to spy on "Annie" and her boyfriend (Bruce Boxleighter) while they skinny-dip, is willing to give her his whole life-savings for a little bit of corn-pone poontang, but he doesn't have enough money, nor does anyone else in this po-dunk town, so she and a friend head down to Miami Beach where her sister (Louise Moritz) is living in order that she can find a rich "sugar daddy"

Bloom is not a bad actress for someone off the "Hee-Haw" circuit, but she spends a little too much time acting and not nearly enough time stripping off (Moritz, at least, spends all her screen time in nothing but a see-through negligee). The movie really goes nowhere after they arrive in Miami Beach, and it is rarely very funny (they even steal a joke from the British comedy classic "Carry on Camping at one point", but I doubt anyone in the Southern drive-ins noticed). Bloom and Moritz were both in a lot of sexploitation flicks in the 1970's like "HOTS", "The Happy Hooker Goes Hollywood", and "The Last American Virgin". Most were quite a bit racier than this, but they really weren't any better. If you're a fan of the more tame redneck-athon fare like "The Dukes of Hazzard", you might like this, but definitely have a six-pack (or two) on hand when you watch it.

That's what we used to call dr pepper when we were young .. it was way too sweet and people that drank it were eventually going to end up being diabetics ... same for those that drank coke and pepsi ... beer drinkers didn't fair any better ..the moral of the story is if you have a young well endowed lady then try her instead

This likably stupid film should only be watched by people who can turn their brains off, and any intellectual analysis of this film is missing the point. Predictably, the two leads are played by busty women, but these two have a certain charm that is usually lacking in films like this. This movie is also full of silly sexual jokes, but somehow, I actually found many of them to be funny. Perhaps this is because this is a good-natured film, and therefore things never get too raunchy. Whatever the reason, this is a solid viewing selection if you're in the mood for some undemanding fun.

AIP ventures into hicksploitation via much cussin', beer drinking, brawlin', a sassy buxom heroine, a lustful Sheriff who slips on a banana peel, two old geezers telling corny 'take my wife' type jokes n' cameos from Billy Barty and a blacked-up Ray Danton...plus lots of plugs for Dr Pepper. Its rather like a big-budget version of a Harry Novak sexploiter (even the poster seems very Novak-ian) had Novak cut down on all that there fornicating and sold his soul to Dr. Pepper