directed by Michael Miller
cast: Yvette Mimieux, Tommy Lee Jones, Robert Carradine, Mary Wornov Jackson County Jail

Advertising director Dinah Hunter (Yvette Mimimeux) is having a really shitty day. In this exploitation classic currently maquerading as a feminist film, she’s been degraded by a fat slob client and caught her husband (Howard Hesseman) expressing some free love with a much younger lass. She empowers herself by hitting the road in a AMC Pacer. Things get worse when Dinah picks up a hitchiker (Robert Carradine) and his spaced out pregnant girlfriend. Their pill poppin antics seem amusing until they steal her car at gunpoint. She then heads to a local secluded diner where the religious nutbag owner attempts to stuff her muffin. The local deputy pops in and the taxadermist wannabe claims Dinah assaulted him. Well, you know the drill. Slammer time.

There she meets fellow inmate Coley Blake (Tommy Lee Jones) waiting for expedition on melon theivery and manslaughter charges. He’s your typical 70’s white trash anti hero. “Baby, I was born dead.” After the night jailer performs the sloppiest rape in gray bar hotel history on Dinah, she bashes in the dumb bastard’s noggin and the two escape. Next up is a unconvicing but very cool double car explosion which adds three counts of murder to the tally and puts this redneck road movie is back on the rural highway. Jackson County Jail has it’s slow moments but a supporting cast of Roger Corman regulars help things along.

The always welcome Mary Warnov turns up as the leader of a anti-establishment militia. Her motley crew of hippies sit around critquing the looney tunes with colorful backwoods wit.