Main Cast
Glenn Morshower
Orville Hennigson
Billy Milliken
Enoch
Lisa Lemole
Glowie Hudson
Trey Wilson
Gifford
Jessie Lee Fulton
Mom
Bill McGhee
Dr. Demars
Gordon Hurst
Will Henry
Kent Perkins
Bill Hill
Hank Stohl
Sherman Vance
Ashley Cox
Mary Louise
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User Reviews
Wuchak
**_Drive-in shenanigans in the mid-70s_** Several different sets of people, young and older, go to a drive-in outside of Dallas on Friday night. Some just want to enjoy a cheesy 70’s disaster flick while others want to romance or rumble. A couple even want to rob. “Drive-In” (1976) is basically “American Graffiti” set at a drive-in in Anytown, USA, except that it throws in some hammy humor, unlike that more popular coming-of-age flick. I had a ‘meh’ attitude for the first half hour, although it wasn’t bad; I just had a bad attitude. However, when people started to arrive at the drive-in in their vehicles there are three laugh-out-loud jokes one after the other, which won me over. From there on, I just rolled with what the movie had to offer and had a good time. The leader of the wannabe thieves is reminiscent of Brian Johnson, who would go on to helm AC/DC less than five years after this was shot in mid-October, 1975. Meanwhile Glenn Morshower emerges as the main protagonist, Orville. This was his first feature film and he went on to a prolific second-tier acting career. Brunette Lisa Oz (Glowie) and redhead Michelle Franks (Omalee) stand out on the beauty front. Blonde Linda Larimer is also worth a mention as the cashier at the entrance to the drive-in. At the end of the day, I’d watch this over the overrated “American Graffiti” any day. It runs 1 hour, 35 minutes, and was shot in Terrell, Texas, which is a half hour drive east of Dallas. GRADE: B
Betty Flores
A small-town in Texas, one sweaty summer night, and every teenager within a 50-mile radius crammed into The Alamo drive-in to watch a gloriously fake disaster flick called "Disaster '76." Rod Amateau's Drive-In throws rival gangs, awkward first dates, and two absolutely clueless would-be robbers into a blender and hits purée. The acting is so-so, the jokes land with a thud as often as they land at all. But somehow, this scrappy, Southern-fried time capsule is so disarmingly sincere that you can't help but root for everyone on screen. It's American Graffiti after three Lone Star beers — sloppy, warm, and weirdly wonderful. The sound track features a who's who of 70s country artist too!!
