This is sturdy little slice-of-life movie, if the life you lead takes place in the backwoods of the rural South. There’s not much else going on other than moonshine makin’, car-fixin’, talk of organizing a moonshiner’s union, and outrunning slow-on-the-chase ATF agents. But it goes down smooth and easy at a brisk 92 minutes, a stomach-warming mix of corn whiskey, diesel fuel, and Mama’s hand squeezed lemonade.
And how about that Robert Mitchum. He’s just doing classic Mitchum here (and that’s fine by me) playing Lucas Doolin, a second generation moonshine runner who lives with his distiller Pa and has one of those sexless “you-gotta-get-out-of-the-business” relationships with a pretty girl who works at the local store. And then there’s Lucas’ honest little brother Robin he’s gotta keep from falling into the family line, here played by Mitchum’s own son James.
Obviously, this was a personal project for Mitchum. I guess he’s got a taste for the shine considering he appears all over the credits as a writer, producer, and even one voices of the theme song. Strange…and I always thought he was more “man of the plant," if you know what I mean.