Freeway-
Matthew Bright

Freeway was a movie I had seen that was shown on The Last Drive-In's Valentines Day double bill special.

Majority of the time that I tune into The Last Drive-In, it comes with low expectations on the movie itself, and I usually enjoy the intermediary commentary from Joe Bob and Darcy more than the feature.

And Freeway was one of those films of which I wished the breaks would come more often than the movie was being shown.

For some reason that Joe Bob explained in his monologue (which is lost on me at the moment) Oliver Stone attached his name to this low rent sleazeball fest and in turn it attracted a multitude of talent that was far beyond the shitty scope of this movie.

Reese Witherspoon certainly shined in a role that was way beyond anything I had ever seen her in before. And Keifer Sutherland was pretty good as the serial killer therapist who gets his. But that is about all there really is to like about Freeway.

The plot is a ridiculously low rent L.A. gutter trash rehash of Little Red Riding Hood using skid row characters and putrid dialogue. It's not to say that the acting is bad. The litany of Hollywood heavyweights did the best they could, but it felt extremely out of place seeing Dan Hedaya, Bokeem Woodbine, Amanda Plummer, Wolfgang Bodison, Brooke Shields, and Conchata Farrell on screen in this barf-bucket trash which is usually found in the recommended section of some degenerate movie store clerk who's trying to be funny with other filth-reels like Gummo, Pink Flamingos, Troma's War, and Salo' that reside in the bowels of "avant-garde film making".

Unless you are an ardent fan of Reese Witherspoon and feel you absolutely must see her entire catalog, skip this shit.

Garbage.

Stars: 1/2*

Verdict: Pass

Cousins: Gummo, Kids, The Hitcher, Sleepers, Bully