I just watched "Mother, Jugs & Speed" for the first time since seeing it on TV almost 30 years ago. The screenplay is very episodic, with no plot to speak of, but the vignettes as written do have the ring of truth to them. The original screenwriter was either an ex-EMT driver or did some heavy research. The direction by Peter "Bullit" Yates, however, is leaden and dull. I guess the producers picked him to direct because of the many high speed chases. But his handling of the potentially comedic dialog is slowly paced and strictly TV-Sitcom. The only person that could have even possibly made this work was Robert Altman--MJ&S just begs for the fast pace, quick overlapping dialog and throwaway improvs that Altman was known for in the early Seventies.
And while I'm complaining--why in god's name does Raquel Welch go bra-less only during the credits sequence?
And while I'm complaining--why in god's name does Raquel Welch go bra-less only during the credits sequence?