Bette Davis as widow whose savings has been depleted. The bank forecloses on her house and immediately bulldozes it. Ernest Borgnine lives in a camper and takes her sink and toilet to sell in Mexico. With nowhere else to go, she joins Borgnine, discovers he's wanted for bank robbery and the two commit a series of robberies disguised as hippies even though they're in their 60s.
The movie made an impression on me when I was eight, but I got dragged off to movies back then and had no idea what they were. I was haunted by it for years and finally found out its title when I came across it in The Golden Turkey Awards.
I saw it on broadcast TV in the middle of the night in Boston in the 1980s but slept through most of it. Finally found it again on MovieHub, an obscure streaming channel.
With Jack Cassidy as the hippie-hating detective trying to hunt them down. Bruno ViSota had a bit part as a lab technician, his final movie role. John Astin as Bette Davis's parasitic son, Reva Rose as her daughter who needs money pay for her husband's psychoanalysis.
Ironically, Bette Davis says "No, thank you, I don't smoke," when offered marijuana.
A comedy with nothing funny. I thought it was a serious crime drama when I was eight. Just awful.
Ernest Borgnine was way too cheerful.
