Please don't spend money on this.

Film Perfection

The plot isn't so bad, but the pace of storytelling is too slow which makes people bored. Certain moments are so obvious and unnecessary for the main plot. I would've fast-forwarded those moments if it was an online streaming. The ending looks like implying a sequel, not sure if this movie will get one

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

PICK-UP is another worthless exploitation movie from Crown International Pictures, although it's not quite as bad as the last two I watched, CINDY AND DONNA and BLUE MONEY. Unlike those films, PICK-UP has more than a plot, even if by the end it doesn't really make a whole lot of sense.The storyline involves a couple of hitchhiking girls who accept a ride with a guy in a camper van. Before long the trio find themselves lost in the Florida Everglades where they have to put up with madness and the machinations of nature for company. Being a skinflick, there's copious nudity here involving characters randomly running naked through the woods, along with some sleazy flashback scenes of a character being molested by a perverted priest.There are also some mild horror elements as the characters take drugs and suffer some bizarre hallucinations, and there's a horror climax of sorts involving black magic. It's all very cheap and silly, though, with very bad acting and production values, thus without much reason to tune in.

Pick-up (1975) 1/2 (out of 4) Crown International flick was part of BCI's Drive-In Collection set but I'm really not sure what the hell this film was trying to do. Two hippie chicks (Jil Senter, Gini Eastwood) hitch a ride with a hippie guy (Alan Long) but soon they both regret it. As I said, I have no idea what this movie was trying to do but it's without question one of the dumbest films I've ever seen. I love drive-in trash but this thing was simply beyond bad and the only reason I don't give this thing a BOMB rating is because it's so strange that you have to watch it until the end just to see how much stranger it will get. The two female leads only appeared in one movie and this is it. I wouldn't say their performances were awful but they are pretty bad but a lot of this is due to the really bad screenplay, which has everything from a priest molesting one of the girls to one having some sort of sexual fascination with God (or perhaps it was meant to be Jesus). There is quite a bit of nudity, which is good because otherwise this film would be unwatchable. I'm going to guess this film was trying to be some sort of Easy Rider rip off but it doesn't have a single moment going for it.

I am beginning to think that I wasted my money on the Drive-In Cult Classics set!!!! This is the third movie that I watched from this 8-pack set and they are just getting worse and worse. I am not expecting academy award winners but I was expecting something at least watchable. The only good thing about this movie was the cool bus!!! I've seen hotter soft core porn on the late night Oxygen Channel show "Bliss". I do have to admit that the two lead women are 70's exploitation HOTTIES and that's why I'm giving this film 2 stars for obviously naked reasons. I sure do hope these movies in this set get better.

Being a drive-in flick is something that carries as much plot as an empty garbage can, something light and crude enough so that the boy watching with the girl in the car can be distracted enough to work his way up just a little more up her skirt. Certainly the atmosphere is encouraging: it's about two hippies who hitchhike and get picked up by another hippie driving a van to Talahassee (as we only know cause of the "plot device" of the guy-hippie's boss repeatedly calling on the mobile-phone) and then he gets somewhat intentionally stuck in the swamp. The rest of the movie contains flashbacks and sex scenes, and some moments where "dialog" takes place- in quotes for the fact that most of it is incredulous stuff that only passes once or twice as real conversation or thought.Maybe I'm a little too hard on this though; Pick-up is, actually, a surprisingly engaging soft-core hippie-spoliation picture. A lot of it can be attributable to the director/photographer Bernard Hirschhenson, who took a look at the script and the producers and probably said, "Fine, I'll do it, but..." and the but turned into a quasi-documentary on the steamy, dark and nature-full quarters of the Florida swamps. Matter of fact, Florida is a kind of character here- in the Terence Malick kind of way- this in spite the fact that the director sometimes goes to lengths to exploit the locations as much as the copulating actors. In many of these scenes- including the first one when Chuck and, uh, the girl who's more happy-go-lucky and sexually liberated walk away from the mobile and just walk in a drug-fueled daze in the swamp- the camera takes on a quality that almost, just almost, makes it captivating.But then the "plot" has to come back into play, which is close to non-existent except for the whole facet of tarot cards and astrology and sexual abuse working its way into one of the female characters (the one with the dark hair and glazed look, Carol I think), and it starts to really get dull fast. How dull is accentuated by what is at first interesting in that Zardoz kind of manner and then devolves into the bad film-school thing of "depth" coming from an alter and religious and political symbolism (yes, political, there's an excruciating scene where a gay senator comes to call at the bus to get votes), and it reminded me of the "film" being directed by Howard Stern when he was at college in Private Parts.So much of this is so dumb and going-nowhere storytelling and plodding around I should say it's a bad movie... and yet I can't really. I didn't want to turn it off because of something that could happen, or might happen with these freaky-deaky hippies (the women, I might add, quite the striking-looking types), and the cinematography is far beyond the call of anything else of its kind. Maybe not Russ Meyer, but it'll do. And, hell help me, there's some moments of real trashy fun amid the muck of 'whatever/sex/drugs'-ness on the whole.