Drive-Away Dolls
This film is short and stout, not unlike the senator’s cock. The credits call this “Henry James’ Drive-Away Dykes”. Margaret Qualley’s fast talking Texan is heee-hawsome.
Everything comes in pairs here. The protagonists are lesbian friends that couldn’t be more different: one introduced going down on a cop, the other fending off unwanted advances at work with loquacious vigour that goes all the way to a biting scolding.
They both want to get away for a while. The uptight girl is visiting family in Florida, while the extrovert is running away from several fuck buddies she has been two-timing for a while.
During the trip, it comes out the uptight girl hasn’t had sex for three years, so her friend is hell bent on fixing that for her, almost against her will. Of course, it’s the friends we make along the way that matter the most, it only takes a semi-orgiastic soccer team slumber party to awaken that repressed side.
They rented a car to get to Tallahassee, but they accidentally stumbled into a plot by some fixers to get rid of the incriminating evidence of a Senator with an hippie past. He has White House ambitions, and needs to take care of this on the down low. The guys they sent to solve it are not too bright, but they get there anyway, the men behind the curtain is very connected.
It goes pear shaped almost by accident. The pair of actual goons they sent for the job are also completely different: one is a “service worker” that can totally read people and get what he wants without violence, while other is just a brute with few social skills.
They bicker for the whole film, but finally the brute snaps when there’s some handjob action somewhere, this is unclear.
The McGuffin is actually a briefcase full of cast penises of very famous people, the senator being one of them. That’s why he willing pays a million bucks to get it back. Contrived coincidences conspire to have him shot with a severed head while holding the cocks, and this is the headline the paper runs.
I had heard of Cynthia Plaster Caster before, but having her played by Miley Cyrus is a hoot.
Carter Burwell quotes himself from Burn After Reading, those chords from the big showdown are unmistakable.
It shares only the main character from Honey Don’t!, they are very much loosely connected.
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