C.B. Hustlers is a sexploitation comedy that was cashing in on the trucker craze of the ‘70s. It starts with a rash of scenes of truck stop hookers seducing truckers by saying pick-up lines like, “Can I check your dipstick?” before getting it on in the cab of their rig while mediocre country and western songs play on the soundtrack. All of this is just fine and dandy until the various subplots get in the way of the fun. Meanwhile, the cops (or “Smokeys”) are trying to catch them in the act and bust them, which leads to some underwhelming chase scenes and shenanigans.
The drawn-out, pointless scenes where not a whole lot happens are the big problem. In particular, there’s one scene where a guy takes a long walk while a slow, ‘70s folk song plays that goes nowhere. In fact, it seems like the only reason it was there was to pad things out to a releasable running time. The bumbling reporter plotline is excruciating too, and the repetitive banjo and steel guitar music on the soundtrack will probably put you to sleep.
Your fondness for the era and subject matter may influence your enjoyment of the film itself. If you can’t get enough scenes of characters using unending trucker lingo, then this will be right up your alley. However, whenever the plot isn’t focusing on the truck stop hookers luring their trucker tricks, it runs out of gas.
Thank God Uschi Digard plays one of the titular hustlers, or this could’ve really been a chore to get through. She gets all the best scenes. My favorite one happens when she straddles a john, and the camera shows us his POV. Let’s just say the view is heavenly.
Director Stu Segall (who mostly worked in porn) also made the classic Drive-In Massacre the same year. His porn background often shows as the softcore scenes are the only thing in the movie worth a damn. If only there had been a stronger plot to keep the sex scenes strung together. If that was the case, C.B. Hustlers could’ve really put the petal to the metal, good buddy.
AKA: Secrets of Lady Truckers.
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