How can it be funny when we have Mitchell holding and hugging and crying over his son while a bunch of cowboy hat-wearing, sweat stain having gang members team up on Marcia Brady? The son meets Marcia from the Brady Bunch at a bar when he's out on a hunting trip with his dad and his dad's two friends.
It appears that the result was so bad that the sponsor send Graver back to reshoot as he wished.
I told you all that to tell you this, the story of Texas Lightning, one of the most confusing movies I've ever seen.
They ended up so high on mescaline that their scene took five hours to shoot.
So we have to go spelunking through all sorts of abandoned shafts, and the most frustrating of these is following Gary Graver around.
The only remotely sexy aspect of this movie involves a scene with the implausibly attractive young girlfriend of one of the rednecks dressed in a see-through teddy.