Reviled by critics and beloved by many cult movie fans, Sam Peckinpah’s 1978 ode to vehicular destruction, Convoy, is the perfect way to unwind after a day of stuffing yourself to the gills. Based on C.W. McCall’s massive 1975 hit song, the movie was an obvious cash-in on the CB radio and trucker craze of the mid-1970s, even if it rolled into the chicken coop just a little behind schedule.
By this point in his career, Peckinpah was well into his epic journey of self-destruction, and the results are reflected on the screen. After throwing most of the script away, Peckinpah instructed his actors to ad lib scenes, and then disappeared into his trailer to ingest more booze and drugs, leaving a good portion of the direction to second-unit director James Coburn.
But despite the big sloppy mess that the movie became, or perhaps because of it, Convoy works beautifully as a portrait of the big, sloppy cultural mess that was the 1970s. Combine that with the on-screen charisma of Kris Kristofferson and Ali MacGraw, great character actors like Ernest Borgnine, Burt Young and Madge Sinclair, and throw in massive amounts of car crashes and things blowing up real good from back in the pre-CGI days where movie crews really did have to destroy property, and you’ve got a mix that will inspire many a “Hell YEAH!” in the right audience.
The 20 for this parade of polyester-era mayhem is the Cult Fiction Underground in the basement of Logue’s Black Raven Emporium, Friday night only, 8 and 10 p.m. So slap your ears on and look out for Smokey. And on the flip side, be sure to catch Saturday’s Cult Fiction Underground salute to William Shatner, A Taste of Shat. 10-4, good buddy?