A revival, sort of, of Warner Brothers' working-man melodramas of the 1930s, by Jonathan Kaplan, a reigning whiz-kid in the action-exploitation genre. He, helped by Fred Koenekamp's exalting camerawork, gets some handsome views of the monster trucks and the Southwest highways. Jan-Michael Vincent, quite good at inspiring shaky confidence, is the common-man hero in a war between honest independent Tucson truckers, just scraping by, and the industry big shots, Eisensteinian caricatures who spend their time playing golf and fondling paid companions. The comic-strip Marxism may be simple-minded, but it's not altogether dim-witted. This negligently plotted movie actually shows more restraint than most in its efforts to find action-movie thrills in a fight against a formidable corporate villain, headquartered in a towering, unapproachable edifice called the Glass House. Its world view aside, the movie boasts a fine collection of checkered shirts plus a couple of hot-damn jackets. With Kay Lenz, L.Q. Jones, Slim Pickens. (1975) — Duncan Shepherd
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