Friday, January 15, 2010

Firebird Friday



Yeah, it is Firebird Friday...
Because I said so.

Don't act like Firebirds are uncool mullet machines...

Firebirds are fuckin' awesome.






Why do I bring this up?

Well, I watched Smokey and the Bandit last weekend.

The first one, not the stupid one with the elephant or the other one.


God, the purity of the first Smokey and the Bandit is amazing.
They sure don't make movies like that anymore...


Read through this for some of the plot points.

As the movie begins, rich Texan Big Enos Burdette (Pat McCormick) and his son, Little Enos (Paul Williams), are trying to find a truck driver willing to haul Coors beer to Georgia for their refreshment. Unfortunately, due to federal liquor laws and state liquor tax regulations of the time, selling and/or shipping Coors east of the Mississippi River was considered bootlegging, and the truck drivers who had taken the bet previously had been discovered and arrested by "Smokey" (truck driver and CB slang for highway patrolmen). At a local truck rodeo, the Texans locate legendary truck driver Bo "Bandit" Darville (Burt Reynolds) and offer him US$80,000 (US$270,000 in 2007 dollars), the price of a new truck, to haul 400 cases of Coors beer from Texarkana, Texas (the easternmost part of the country where Coors was legal) to the "Southern Classic" truck rodeo in Georgia— in 28 hours. Bandit accepts the bet and recruits fellow trucker Cletus "Snowman" Snow (Jerry Reed) to drive the truck (Snow brings along his dog, a Basset Hound named "Fred", for company). Bandit purchases a black Pontiac Trans Am, which he will drive himself as a "blocker" car to deflect attention away from the truck and its cargo.


I mean really!

It is a movie about a show-off trucker/bum, his buddy called Snowman and some random chic hitchhiker bootlegging Coors!

And they are chased by Jackie Gleason!


Smokey and the Bandit is a cinematic triumph.


It didn't take millions of dollars worth of CGI shit, 3D or years to produce.

Nope...
Just some dudes with mustaches, Sally Fields, a basset hound.

And a sweet Firebird.

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