I can't imagine how these people got away with calling this "Smokey and the Judge", an obvious rip off of Smokey and the bandit, a film this movie has no legal or otherwise connection to. If you think about it, it's quite brilliant. What we have here is a goofy low budget southern drive in flick (definately the first film, like before the place opens) featuring some bad "can't stop the music" type we're gonna make it in show business cliches , action sequences and story elements that are poorly thought out/ impossible, and a couple big explosions probably meant to stop people from throwing stuff at the screen in boredom. The women aren't attractive and there is no nudity whatsoever. at best, you have the low cut dress of the mean parole officer lady and she is not exactly Cheryl "Rainbeaux" Smith or other starlet from that era, far from it. Look for a cameo by Shock Treatment, a group that plays on the same night as the girls rank r n b combo. They do an insane song about "bones" and how people are just bags of bones and are wonderfuly inept.
