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The worst blue screen you'll ever see in a feature film. Dutched, off kilter camera angles, jerky, idiotic camera operation, poorly framed compositions, blown out exposures, thrown focus--you'd think between the "DP", the director and all the "lighting assistants and ACs" listed in the credits, one of these guys would know how to look at a digital viewfinder and compose a proper shot. A sound mix done by a deaf person, with FX simply missing, music overlay hoping to be mistaken as a sound design and so many poor dialogue recordings, you wished they would've used more of their poor-man's ADR. There is no talent here. None, only victims--the poor actors and actresses that got duped to be in this debacle. And technical problems aside, the film is the most wonderful example of complete self-indulgent, nonsensical, backwards, leap-of-faith egotism--how this Erwin guy got people to actually put themselves into this, I'll never understand. The only thing I could maybe understand is if Erwin used his casting sessions and "principal photography" as an elaborate Midwestern, adult-singles-dating service. That might explain something. Something . . .

Vixen Highway looks someone got their friends together and decided to make a movie. The entire film is amateurish. Besides a bad script (was there a script?)and bad acting, parts of the films are overexposed, there are sound problems and the film editing was laughable. Most of the characters had no point to them and appeared to be thrown in just to take up space. Women, for no apparent reason, dressed provocatively; even a policewoman walking around with her shirt open. The only two who can act were Dave Quimby and the actor who played Bobby Brazzel (I notice that his character is not in the credits on IMDb, is it because he doesn't want to admit he was in it?) but even they couldn't shine in this mire of quicksand.

This is one of the best worst films ever made! The women were beautiful and busty, the men creepy and lusty and the dialog just babbled on and on. It is truly hilarious. Someone should give Ervin a few pointers on directing, a new DP and a lot of cash to re-shoot this on 35mm and we would have a midnight classic that would play throughout the country for years to come.......

John Ervin the writer/director is a studied fan-boy...He loves movies... While Vixen Highway is not a perfect B-Movie Classic.. it is a flawed masterpiece that shows Ervinknows his way around the block as a writer/director & cinematographer.

If Russ Meyer (and in some 'insane'circles, Ed Wood)had a younger brother, it would be Ervin....

..& I like'em both! Vixen Highway captures the auteur spirit of the 60's french new-wave & and the grit of 70's bad-boy directors. He has a cult-filmmaker's mentality and a self efficient talent, not unlike Chaplin or Woody Allen..that being said...Ervin's flicks vividly capture the freewheeling human spirit. I hope John Ervin continues to make motion pictures, because he has got a light..a joyous spark that shows the potential of a great filmmaker; if given more chances!

"Vixen Highway" has just about everything a Russ Meyer fan needs in these tough times. Hot, busty chicks, idiotic men and double entendres galore. One thing it does not have in common with Russ' originals is the awesome photography that was evident even in Meyer's early works. Shot on digital video, the film's impact as a tribute is considerably compromised.

Nonetheless, the storyline absolutely cannot be beat. Three of the busty women - super-tall Tura Satana lookalike Carolyn Hauck, redhead Sports Illustrated bombshell Angela Giaj and Pam Grier-close-to-be Miki Mosman - abscond with a donor liver bound for the house of a drug-addled rock star. The superchicks are pursued by two mob couriers as well as by three horn-driven hillbillies. Along the way we also encounter two grease-covered gas-pump babes and some sultry surgeons floating about the rock star's mansion (which comes equipped with its own operating room).

The acting for the most part is pretty good. The three leads "fit" their parts beautifully. Among the men, Charles Hubbell as the lead redneck Elroy - who, along with his two cousins, disguises as a highway patrolman to pull chicks over and cop some lovin' - and Robert Elliott and Dave Quimby as the goombas are notably good. And Michael Way as Larry Hugh gives new meaning to the term "wannabe!" The sets are also surprisingly good for such an el cheapo production - the rock star's mansion, inside and out, actually looks like a mansion! And the car the vixens drive the liver is a block-long convertible that looks like it may have actually been IN some Russ Meyer flicks!

If all this had been shot on 35 mm or even 16mm, it probably would be in video shelves or possibly even movie theaters as you read this. Unfortunately, the digital video format has probably prevented this from happening. Still, it's a great deal of fun and a good primer for those not familiar with the immortal Russ. Digital video has improved in quality since this film was shot, something that hopefully can be seen in a new sci-fi (!) movie that this film's writer-director, John Ervin, is working on called "Proinhibition". Reports are that there are dominatrixes galore brandishing whips in this new one - something worth seeing in any format!

Obviously heavily influenced by Meyer films, especially FASTER, PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL!, this is one of the most accurate tribute films I've ever seen. The performances are especially on point, right down to the leading lady, a Tura Satana lookalike. The dialogue is hilarious, especially the "horse cock" bit and director John Ervin's memorable cameo. Definitely a film that would have benefited from a (slightly) bigger budget, but one I would love to see again.