Sometimes I wish there were truth-in-advertising laws when it comes to movies. With a title like "Chain Gang Women", you might think you know what the movie is about. Guess again. This is not a women-in-prison movie. In fact, there are no women to be seen in the movie until around the halfway point of the movie! Had the movie found other ways to be entertaining, I might have forgiven the person who titled this movie. But this is a slow and endless exercise. It takes half an hour before the jailbreak, then the movie slows down again with the escaped prisoners not doing much more than sit on their tails while hiding. I guess the production values are okay for a cheapie - there is some decent location shooting in what seems to be actual prisons, the movie is decently shot, and they even sprung for some filming from helicopters. But the movie is often so boring that you'll be thinking of things from why the rapes come across as so matter-of-fact, to why the filmmakers thought that southern California could pass as locations in Georgia.

I was quite surprised by this film. Even if the acting at times is painfully bad, the twists and turning in the story kept me entertained for the full duration of the film.I especially liked the surprise ending. That Weeds was going to die felt apparent, but I did not expect the "hero" to go down with him and even off-screen at that.The story about the unwilling wife and the old husband came as a surprise as well.Overall, an entertaining movie of a kind that is no longer made.The only thing I was disturbed by was the lameness of the violence and sex scenes, they were very cut, looking almost like an episode of Dallas'(had kind of the same feeling to it as well).

Whiny, mellow dope dealer Harris (runty Robert Lott) and moody, scruffy murderer Weed (burly Michael Stearns) are a couple of dangerous no-count criminals. The pernicious pair escapes from a chain gang and go on the lam. Director Lee Frost, who also co-wrote the harsh script, did the fairly polished cinematography (the rousing break out sequence makes inspired use of split screen and freeze frames), and even co-edited the picture, crams a reasonable amount of gratuitous nudity, soft-core sex and raw violence into the flick to ensure that devout grindhouse sleaze movie fans will get their grubby money's worth. In addition, Frost keeps the pace suitably brisk throughout and effectively develops a fiercely hard'n'gritty tone. Porter Jordan's fantastic s**t-kicking hillbilly bluegrass score certainly hits the stirring and spirited spot; the bluesy theme song in particular rates as an absolute hoot. Popping up in nifty secondary roles are Linda York as Harris' lovely, loyal girlfriend Ann, Wes Bishop as trouble-making con Coleman, Bruce Kimball as tubby prison guard Fat Sam, Phil Hoover as a volatile racist Gentry, Ralph Campbell as an ornery farmer, and Barbara Mills as the farmer's lusty, unhappy young wife. Nice downbeat ending, too.

"Georgia" looked a lot like the semi-arid landscape of So California, the accents were bad and the title is extremely misleading. But as a Roger Corman fan, and the kind of person who would buy a movie called "Chain Gang Women", I pretty much got what I expected. It'll kill an hour and a half and you won't feel bad about yourself. Goes well with bourbon and a cigar.