C.B. Hustlers (1976)

A grungy softcore flick thinly disguised as a sex comedy about truckers, C.B. Hustlers is so tacky that a pair of hookers who communicate with potential clients via C.B. radios identify themselves as “Hot Box One” and “Hot Box Two,” advertising their services with crude come-on lines (“Can I check your dipstick?”). In fact, much of the picture comprises drab footage juxtaposed with naughty over-the-airwaves banter. The anemic plot has something to do with police and reporters trying to expose the activities of prostitutes who drive a panel van up and down rural highways, using the vehicle as a portable brothel. About the closest the picture comes to a fully realized joke is the scene during which a client remains so focused on intimate relations with a hooker that he doesn’t realize the van is engaged in a high-speed chase with a police cruiser. To be fair, there are glimmers of backwoods wit in the dialogue, as when someone insults sex workers by calling them “double-clutching degenerates.” Yet the virtues of these comic elements are mitigated by the movie’s abysmal production values (many lifeless scenes are juiced with post-production sound), by the thoroughly rotten acting, and by the preponderance of sleazy sex scenes. While tame by softcore standards, the saucy bits comprise repetitive shots of large breasts being groped by horny truckers or squished against sweaty male torsos. The cast mostly comprises unfamiliar faces, though two “notables” are portly character actor Richard Kennedy (a staple in sex flicks) and, in a small role, Russ Meyer regular Uschi Digard.

C.B. Hustlers: LAME