Review of The Georgia Peaches

Yet another Roger Corman backed Southern-fried good ol' boy car chase outing, this time with hot-tempered moonshine runner Dirk Benedict, Dirk's cute, sassy grease monkey missus Terri Nunn, and Terri's luscious, equally saucy country singer sister Tanya Tucker forced by shifty, manipulative treasury agent Lane Smith to go undercover in order to bust an into a little bit of everything crime ring run by snooty rich bitch Sally Kirkland. Capably directed by Daniel Haller, the by-the-numbers trite plot staunchly adheres to a a straight down the line predictable narrative trajectory and offers no true surprises whatsoever. However, a few nice quirky touches (for example, a friendly diner counterman who does bird calls), several sterling live music performances by the lovely and arousing Tucker (her spirited rendition of "San Antonio Stroll" is especially smokin'), the expected gas-burning, tire-tearing, pedal glued to the floor speedy and exciting automobile action, and a pleasingly slimy turn by Noble Willingham as a corrupt cheapskate nightclub owner enable this affably inconsequential diversion to efficiently kill 96 minutes in a pleasant, harmless, and totally agreeable manner.