‘Drive-In’ (1976): Summer fun from a bygone era

Sony’s Choice Collection, their manufactured-on-demand DVD service for old Columbia Pictures library and cult titles, is still pumping out the discs, including one just right for these warm summer nights: Drive-In, the 1976 Columbia Pictures sleeper hit featuring a largely unfamiliar cast of fresh faces.

By Paul Mavis

Detailing one busy night at a small Texas drive-in premiering the latest Hollywood disaster movie, sweet, innocuous Drive-In‘s low-budget raggedness and its deliberately family-friendly viewpoint is ingratiating. The performances from the unknown cast are charming, the C & W soundtrack is terrific, and most importantly, Drive-In gets the feel of going to a backwoods ’70s ozoner just right.

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In a small Texas town in 1976, there are just two things to do when there’s nothing on TV: the roller rink during the day, and The Alamo drive-in at night. Since the latest Hollywood disaster movie, appropriately titled Disaster ’76, is premiering that night, the whole town will be there. Inept petty thieves Gifford (Trey Wilson) and Will Henry (Gordon Hurst) will be there, because they plan on robbing the cash box from the manager (Louis Zito) and his shapely cashier (Linda Larimer). Quiet, sensitive, ginger virgin Orville Hennigson (Glenn Morshower) will be there, with his over-sexed 12-year-old brother, Little Bit (Gary Cavagnaro). Sweet-as-cherry-pie Glowie Hudson (Lisa Lemole) will be there, because she’s asked Orville to meet her, seeing as she’s tired of her creepy, violent boyfriend, gang leader of The Widow Makers, Enoch (Billy Milliken). And all-American stud Bill Hill (Kent Perkins) will be there, because he plans on asking steady Mary Louise (Ashley Cox) to marry him, since he bought a stolen ring from Gifford and Will Henry. As the radio plays the best of George and Tammy and the Statler Bros., the action off the screen is far more exciting than anything on it at The Alamo.

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I’d be lying if I didn’t start out by writing I was just a tad, just a bit disappointed with Drive-In—but that’s only because I had built it up in my mind so much since the last time I saw it all those years ago at the fondly-remembered, long, long gone Jesse James Drive-In.

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A title that’s stayed with me over the years (and a movie which no one I’ve spoken to seems to remember), I somehow recalled Drive-In as a lot funnier and a lot sexier than it played the other night on DVD (part of that might be due to me staring at the movie’s raucous one-sheet poster—it’s been hanging in my office for years). It’s a cliché, but memory is funny that way. Anyway, to a dopey 10-year-old kid like me in the mid-1970s, before cable and the internet’s readily available excesses, Drive-In probably did seem pretty funny and sexy, I suppose.

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What struck me most, though, about Drive-In last night was its facility in taking me back to a time that’s completely gone now, at least in my part of the country. Oh, we still have an old drive-in nearby (we had nine in our area back in 1976). It’s an original from the 50s (not one of those newfangled blow-up bouncy house ones)…but it’s not the same experience anymore. The playground in front of the screen has vanished (ambulance chasers took care of that, like everything else fun in this world). The fly-specked concession stand is woefully undernourished (no egg rolls with the politically incorrect Chinese guy on the wrapper; no shredded Bar-B-Que sandwiches, no real butter for the popcorn), and if you bring your own food, astoundingly…you’re forced to pay the drive-in for the privilege (can you imagine someone pulling a goddamned Commie scam like that back during the American drive-ins’ heyday?).

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Of course alcohol at the drive-in is now strictly verboten in these oh so sensitive times, so no bottle cap-encrusted gravel to traverse on the way to the can, and certainly no drunks staggering around, knocking on your window because they think it’s their Toronado (my old man would nudge me and prompt, “Yell at him, ‘Hit the road, ya bum!’ and then laugh his ass off when I would). They quit grading the vehicle mounds years and years ago, so the cars sit flat now, making it impossible for the kids in the back seat to see the badly patched screen. The stereo sound is depressingly non-scratchy/non-tinny from our own car speakers. And worst of all, the movies are the same boring, mainstream ones you can catch at your neighborhood indoor theater…only they’re darker and harder to see, owing to the lights from the encroaching housing developments that surely spell this particular drive-in’s inevitable doom. Come to think of it, after reading all that back…it already died a long time ago (the real-life theater that stands in for The Alamo featured here in Drive-In…is no more, either: a bank unfortunately squats there now. Because we don’t have nearly enough banks, apparently).

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Fortunately, if you never experienced a real passion pit the way they were meant to be enjoyed, Drive-In gives a pretty fair approximation of a typical ozoner. Director Rod Amateau (a director all over the map, from absolute junk like Pussycat, Pussycat, I Love You and The Statue, to fun work on episodic TV like The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis and The Dukes of Hazzard) opens the movie with a slow, loving fly-over towards the drive-in, before he gives us various shots of The Alamo getting ready for the night’s business. Amateau nails The Alamo‘s milieu, and anyone who remembers going to the drive-in back then will immediately appreciate Amateau’s obviously fond feel for it.

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Less notable is Drive-In‘s largely derivative script by Bob Peete (The Centerfold Girls, TV’s Good Times), which, upon closer inspection, is really nothing more than a thinly-veiled knock-off of George Lucas’ American Graffiti, right down to a red-haired Ron Howard-look-alike protagonist (who’s also sensitive like Richard Dreyfuss), a good-girl brunette Cindy Williams look-alike heroine (who’s also sexually forward like Candy Clark), an awkward teen (Cavagnaro) palling around with two hoods for the night (like Dreyfuss with Bo Hopkins), and some gang members, like Hopkins’ Pharoahs, thrown in for good measure. The radio plays constantly over the soundtrack as in AG, until the movie-within-a-movie soundtrack and the drive-in P.A. announcements take over, while Drive-In’s fragmented structure just replaces cruising around the local roller rink and The Alamo drive-in theater for cruising down Lucas’ main drag and Mel’s Drive-In restaurant.

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Anyone expecting Drive-In to necessarily match up with that rowdy original Mad Magazine-like poster art is going to be disappointed, though. Drive-In‘s biggest plus is its amiable, shaggy dog story feel…which unfortunately is its biggest drawback, too. Peete’s script starts and stops with dropped scenes and dead-end sequences (what’s the deal with that trucker eluding the cops? How’s that connected to the story?), with story ideas that trigger our expectations, only to be then ignored (why mention Mary Louise’s father is the sheriff if you’re not going to bring in that threat for smarmy player Bill?), and with bits that simply aren’t all that funny (the whole paranoid black doctor bit isn’t offensive because it’s racist; it’s offensive because it’s not funny).

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And clearly, Drive-In‘s biggest failure is what should have been its easiest laugh: the disaster spoof main feature playing up on The Alamo screen: Disaster ’76. I don’t know if Amateau even thought of using those little snippets as fodder for parody, or if Peete simply had no idea how to spoof the genre, but those cutaways to Disaster ’76 are woefully inadequate (particularly when real entries in the genre, like the previous year’s Airport ’75, already bordered on parody). In-between Disaster ’76‘s old special effects stock footage of natural calamities, and Amateau’s deliberately phony plastic airplanes and boats (which simply aren’t funny enough in and of themselves), when the biggest laugh you can get is from someone popping their inflatable raft as a shark fin swims around it…you’re in trouble.

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Drive-In is best, though, when it just ambles around, capturing bits and pieces of the teens’ life during the build-up to the evening’s show (I kind of wish that had been the movie). Amateau’s roller rink sequence is marvelous, with the camera right in there with all those smiling, happy real-life kids as they jam along with the country music (at times it almost feels like a documentary). And Amateau knows how to capture sexy and sweetly innocent at the same time, during Orville’s and Glowie’s ride home from the rink, as she teases him more and more, letting him know what she wants, before kissing him full on the mouth to the delight of his younger brother (and to a nicely placed song drop of God’s Gonna Get’Cha (For That)). Funny how the build-up scenes to the drive-in in Drive-In, are far more successful than the main drive-in sequence.

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Once everyone is at the drive-in, scripter Peete, making sure that something is always happening as the story ping-pongs back and forth, comes up with some memorable lines, usually from the amusing robber duo (“We ain’t been kids since Jesus was a lance corporal,” was particularly good, and I liked the real-life biker’s deadpan response to Orville’s and Enoch’s lame Fonzie-and-Richie punch-up: “Gang violence…it’s frightening”). There’s a nice bit of seriousness, too, from the Glowie character when she eventually dumps the abusive Enoch and gets with Orville (Amateau misjudges here, showing Enoch violently slapping and punching her around, momentarily ruining the cute, family tone of the movie)―with the understanding that’s she’s not anyone’s prize, that’s she’s with Orville because he’s not possessive like Enoch. I wanted a lot more of those kinds of scenes in Drive-In, particularly when the comedy would come up short.

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The cast of relative unknowns does fine by the material, including Hurst and Wilson as the inept robbers. Wilson, from Great Balls of Fire and Bull Durham, is probably the most familiar face here next to The Bad News Bears‘s Cavagnaro (“Engelbert”). Cavagnaro’s just right as the overweight, smart-assed, horny, annoying younger brother, and he has good chemistry with the duo. Talented Lisa Lemole as Glowie is a particular standout. Amateau knows the obvious: she’s crazy hot in that innocent-yet-carnal “good girl” way that drives guys insane, and he’s not afraid to show Lemole in all her 1976 South Texas roller rink glory: painted-on white hot pants and a too-tight cropped blouse, tottering around in skates on those long, long legs (I’m getting the vapors…). But as impressive as she is sexually, she’s even better with the funny lines (her “I’d rather have a non-specific disease,” response to a goofy patron’s ride-home offer, is the movie’s best line reading), and she’s spot-on with her portrayal of a pretty girl who’s fed up with being used, and who wants something better in the guy she’s dating (after a brief stint on Dallas, Lemole seems to have disappeared during the mid-80s, and that’s a shame: she’s a delight).

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Towards the end of Drive-In, the theater manager comes out into the lot, throws up his hands and states, “It’s never in focus!” which may be Drive-In‘s best line…if you grew up going to the drive-ins every week like I did. Drive-In isn’t nearly as funny as it could have been (or should have been), but its ramshackle construction and sweet disposition go a long way towards endearing it to the receptive viewer. It’s rather amusing at times, and light, with good performances, giving you an evocative peek at a way of moviegoing that’s long-since gone. Drive-In’s just right for summer viewing.

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PAUL MAVIS IS AN INTERNATIONALLY PUBLISHED MOVIE AND TELEVISION HISTORIAN, A MEMBER OF THE ONLINE FILM CRITICS SOCIETY, AND THE AUTHOR OF THE ESPIONAGE FILMOGRAPHY.

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One thought on “‘Drive-In’ (1976): Summer fun from a bygone era

  1. I love this page! I have had Drive-In on tape since 1976 (one of the first movies I ever had on Betamax), and now have the poorly cropped version on DVD, although the video quality is great! Since I never found an official soundtrack release from this film, I bought cassettes and albums and now have almost every song that was used in this movie. All in all…a fun movie, which I’ve probably seen 100 times!!

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