Hands on me
Category: Television/Movies

Earlier today I watched 'Hands on a Hardbody." No this wasn't a steamy movie with a fit woman as the protagonist. It is a low-budget documentary, which has attracted a cult-like following. The film is a tale of strategy, endurance, and pure desperation. It asks the question, "How long will people stand next to a hardbody truck in order to claim it as theirs?" The answer is a really freakin long time.

The most disturbing (or shall I say intriguing) aspect of this movie is its anachronistic air. As I watched the film, I kept asking myself, "When did this take place?" I knew that it was filmed in the nineties. References were made to the 92 winner. The truck was a mid 90's model. I knew all these things and yet I still expected Burt Reynolds to whip through this backwater town with Cletis and Boss Hog close on his trail (Yes. Yes. I know -- different references). The characters are of a world that I had just assumed was gone. If you get a chance, I would watch this flick. You might not walk away with the truck, but you will certainly walk away feeling like your life is a little better than it could be.

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