The only reason to sit through this disappointing road movie is Wexler's sensational cinematography, which makes the most of the western landscape that Blake and Harris traverse on the way from their Texas home to what they hope is a better life in California. He's a not-very-bright car
washer; she's a terrible nightclub singer with a trio of kids. One night, after he's had too much to drink, they get married, and in no time they're off to the Golden State. Originally titled THE HAMSTER OF HAPPINESS, this Ashby-directed film suffers most from its too-simple plot, but the
often-indecipherable Texas accents that Blake and Harris lay on don't help matters much.