Jack is no longer the kindly old man who makes sure we juice things. Now he's a jumpsuit-clad Big Brother, forcing us to consume raw vegetables and swim two hours a day or risk being turned over to the Ministry of Love.
The late 70s. Drugs. Terrible rock music. Jack Palance. Andy Warhol. Even more terrible disco music. A nerd getting doused in baby powder by a semi-nude maid. I'd go on, but this frightening description is making Cocaine Cowboys sound more interesting than it actually is.
While it's got a lot of the trappings of your run of the mill blaxploitation film, it's more than just a Superfly knockoff starring the guy who wrote the theme from "Shaft." It's Truck Turner, and if you'll pardon my ridiculous movie critic pun, this Truck is no ordinary ride.
I remember that fateful day in fifth grade, when the girls went with a female teacher and we boys went with the principal and we had frank, earthy discussions about our changing bodies...