Vixen Highway

Vixen Highway looks someone got their friends together and decided to make a movie. The entire film is amateurish. Besides a bad script (was there a script?)and bad acting, parts of the films are overexposed, there are sound problems and the film editing was laughable. Most of the characters had no point to them and appeared to be thrown in just to take up space. Women, for no apparent reason, dressed provocatively; even a policewoman walking around with her shirt open. The only two who can act were Dave Quimby and the actor who played Bobby Brazzel (I notice that his character is not in the credits on IMDb, is it because he doesn't want to admit he was in it?) but even they couldn't shine in this mire of quicksand.

John Ervin the writer/director is a studied fan-boy...He loves movies... While Vixen Highway is not a perfect B-Movie Classic.. it is a flawed masterpiece that shows Ervinknows his way around the block as a writer/director & cinematographer.

If Russ Meyer (and in some 'insane'circles, Ed Wood)had a younger brother, it would be Ervin....

..& I like'em both! Vixen Highway captures the auteur spirit of the 60's french new-wave & and the grit of 70's bad-boy directors. He has a cult-filmmaker's mentality and a self efficient talent, not unlike Chaplin or Woody Allen..that being said...Ervin's flicks vividly capture the freewheeling human spirit. I hope John Ervin continues to make motion pictures, because he has got a light..a joyous spark that shows the potential of a great filmmaker; if given more chances!

This is one of the best worst films ever made! The women were beautiful and busty, the men creepy and lusty and the dialog just babbled on and on. It is truly hilarious. Someone should give Ervin a few pointers on directing, a new DP and a lot of cash to re-shoot this on 35mm and we would have a midnight classic that would play throughout the country for years to come.......

The worst blue screen you'll ever see in a feature film. Dutched, off kilter camera angles, jerky, idiotic camera operation, poorly framed compositions, blown out exposures, thrown focus--you'd think between the "DP", the director and all the "lighting assistants and ACs" listed in the credits, one of these guys would know how to look at a digital viewfinder and compose a proper shot. A sound mix done by a deaf person, with FX simply missing, music overlay hoping to be mistaken as a sound design and so many poor dialogue recordings, you wished they would've used more of their poor-man's ADR. There is no talent here. None, only victims--the poor actors and actresses that got duped to be in this debacle. And technical problems aside, the film is the most wonderful example of complete self-indulgent, nonsensical, backwards, leap-of-faith egotism--how this Erwin guy got people to actually put themselves into this, I'll never understand. The only thing I could maybe understand is if Erwin used his casting sessions and "principal photography" as an elaborate Midwestern, adult-singles-dating service. That might explain something. Something . . .

Obviously heavily influenced by Meyer films, especially FASTER, PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL!, this is one of the most accurate tribute films I've ever seen. The performances are especially on point, right down to the leading lady, a Tura Satana lookalike. The dialogue is hilarious, especially the "horse cock" bit and director John Ervin's memorable cameo. Definitely a film that would have benefited from a (slightly) bigger budget, but one I would love to see again.