A couple of good ol' boys running moonshine for their Uncle Jesse; the Boar's Nest; a guy named after General Lee and a car named after his horse; Sheriff Roscoe Coltrane; Cooter; compound bows used to shoot explosives at stuff; and Waylon Jennings telling the story. All that's missing is Enos, Daisy, and one of the main guys looking back, laughing, and saying "He's okay" while Roscoe's car plunges over a 200-foot cliff. That's right, this is the real "Dukes of Hazzard: The Beginning", but it isn't just where the Dukes came from: every good ol' redneck movie from the 1970s ripped something off from this flick. You know how Smokey was after the Bandit partly because he picked up that runaway bride by the side of the road? Well, there's a runaway bride with a sheriff after her this movie too, although strangely enough nothing ever comes of it. Didn't some guy once say that if you introduce a pissed-off sheriff in Act 1, he needs to crash his car into a reservoir by Act 2? And the end sure is dumb: everyone acts like the bad guy got completely outmaneuvered (Waylon Jennings: "So for one time in his life, old Jake Rainey had finally been had."), when all the good guys did was shoot up his warehouse and then set it on fire. Don't get me wrong, that's an effective approach, but I wouldn't exactly call it "sly". At any rate, if you're writing your dissertation on the origins of redneck-oriented entertainment in the 1970s I'd call this mandatory viewing, but other than that it's nothing to get excited about.