One Paragraph Movie Review: Last Chants for a Slow Dance

Three hundred and fourteenth film: Last Chants for a Slow Dance, a very very low budget very very American indie from 1977 that follows an asshole called Tom as he drives from small town to small town being an asshole. I think — and I’m confident I’m right — that this movie is supposed to give us a feeling of despair, that for middle Americans the only things to look forward to are a job and a marriage and if both of those fall through you’re pretty much stuffed. Tom, faced with the same problems as lots of people who aren’t assholes, decides to deal with his problems by believing what he reads in tabloids, being a dick to women, reacting belligerently to anyone who isn’t exactly like him and having no regard for human life. So like a conservative politician, except without a job. The sound quality is terrible, the film quality is terrible, the acting is good, and not all bunnies survive. I wouldn’t watch it again, but I can at least tick it off the list and give it the nickname Somebody Gave A Big Dumb Baby A Driver’s Licence. One justifiably irritated hippie hitchhiker out of five.