Ah the curse of insomnia compels me to watch yet another crappy late night movie on the goggle-box.
Horny teen Drew Barrymore and her dishevelled looking dad, run out of gas in the Nevada desert and wind up stuck in a godforsaken town / trailer-park. According to the sign the population is 132, every one of them a stereotype.
As luck would have it father and daughter have arrived just in time for a spate of murders. However, any interest that might arise from these slayings is soon curtailed by the fact that you can guess who the killer is almost straightaway.
Meantime, dad keeps searching for someone / anyone with gas to sell, while Drew attracts the attentions of the local bad boy by wandering around in her swimsuit. And for a fourteen year old she certainly fills out a bikini top disturbingly well.
Of course it all ends as it began - predictably. But at least I managed to get some sleep afterwards.
Horny teen Drew Barrymore and her dishevelled looking dad, run out of gas in the Nevada desert and wind up stuck in a godforsaken town / trailer-park. According to the sign the population is 132, every one of them a stereotype.
As luck would have it father and daughter have arrived just in time for a spate of murders. However, any interest that might arise from these slayings is soon curtailed by the fact that you can guess who the killer is almost straightaway.
Meantime, dad keeps searching for someone / anyone with gas to sell, while Drew attracts the attentions of the local bad boy by wandering around in her swimsuit. And for a fourteen year old she certainly fills out a bikini top disturbingly well.
Of course it all ends as it began - predictably. But at least I managed to get some sleep afterwards.