Hilarious reviews of B-Movies done in Joe Bob's initimable style - guaranteed to make you laugh out loud.

Not for the sexually repressed (he often rates movies by the number of "boobs" that are visible), this series of reviews from the Movie Channel's "Drive In Theatre" host's syndicated newspaper column preaches the Drive-In gospel.

Actually, the author is a very sharp man who realized the way to get maximum attention was to adopt a beer guzzling, trailer park living Good Ol' Boy White Trash persona.

The funniest film reviews I've ever read - get this and his first book of reviews "Joe Bob Goes to the Drive-In" (what/where else?!)

Joe Bob's second (to date) collection of drive-in movie reviews is equally as funny as his first. He picks up from the infamous "We Are the Weird" column, which got him tossed off the Dallas Slimes-Herald and out of the El Lay Slimes Syndicate, then goes into his next weekly column (he was picked up by Universal Press Syndicate without ever missing a column). The reviews are often far more entertaining than the films, and his hilarious slice-o'-life segments are some of the best humor pieces out there. This one's a real winner for drive-in fans and people who just like to LAUGH alike!

Joe Bob Briggs is an awesome character. His reviews of "B" movies are usually dead-on accurate and to the point. (He is the only critic next to Ebert that isn't ashamed to like so-called "trashy" flicks. Ths collection of reviews from his newspaper columns is a must read for fans of good ol' drive-in type movies. It also contains Briggs' hysterical monologues on life in Grapevine, TX , as well as his opinions on life.

Excellent reading for the b-movie (and otherwise) fan. Not only do we get movie reviews with blood, breast and decapitation counts, we get a bit of history watching Joe Bob's (John Bloom) Dallas newspaper column pro-gress. Part of the fun is knowing that this stuff was printed in the newspaper, in Dallas, in the 80s. He gets in spats with various entities (the mayor of Irving, TX) and creates endearing (or disgusting, depending on your perspective) fictional characters. I particularly enjoyed the letters-to-the-editor he would respond to. Only 4 stars because he basically says to check out every movie he reviews (even if it sucks).

...and we're talking an anthology of uniquely American satire - by a man who truly believes that a sacred cow is worth but one thing (namely: steak!) - with that classic American institution of sideward mobility (the drive-in theater) serving merely as the setup man for the most classic lancing of America's boils since H.L. Mencken roasted the booboisie and Artemus Ward proclaimed that if we can't find a live man who's worth a thing, by all means let us find a first class corpse.

Beaucoup garbanzas, mountains of mashed internal organs, kung fooey out the yin-yang, slashings, smashings, chainsawings, bonechoppings, drillings, you name it. And it isn't just the cheeseball drive-in celluloid (yes, children, once upon a time there was celluloid) that gets dismembered, disemboweled, and dehydrated by the classic Briggs scythe: it's the absolute and utter pretentiousness of the smugger-than-thou film critic colony (there are exceptions; you will know them by their lack of implied slash in a typical Joe Bob joust) and the politically correct pissants who tried, and in the long run failed, to bring him down, that get the real roasting in here.

(Come on - you don't REALLY think "We Are The World" was either sacred or a cow, so much as it was a lot of bull, as any of those starving African children - who gorged themselves on all the food the monies didn't provide them, because it was lining the hips of the Communist french fry heads who ran the show in Ethiopia, gave one gander to the white man formerly known as the black man named Michael Jackson and friends, with their precious pietous paen to giving until it hurt, and decided they'd had their biggest laugh since the invention of the axle - can tell you. Do you? And these days, Joe Bob's slash-and-burn against Wacko and the gang would be considered downright lightweight, compared to some of the chazerei getting spouted off by cable TV comics and the lunatics fringe left and right.)

Rated OK for gratuitous satire. DukeBob says check it out. Five stars. (Actually, there's only one star of this show.)

by Delacourt, this is a cult classic just as much as any of the movies Joe Bob reviews. John Bloom's beer-guzzling, womanizing, politically incorrect alter ego unleashes subtle social commentary while reviewing some of the worst travesties ever committed to film based on the number of people who die, how they die, and how many women take their tops off. In fact, Bloom goes so far as to have Joe Bob say some incisive things that get him banned from Texas newspapers, since humor is not tolerated well by the masses. Stephen King writes the intro. If you are a fan of all that is bad in cinema (lo-budget horror, women in jail films, kung fu), you cannot go thru life not reading this. ....

Five stars. I say check it out.

Our greatest living scholar researches a voluminous amount of technical and arcane texts-- Robert Graves's "The White Goddess", including the footnotes in Welsh, being a case in point---and concludes that our only hope to recover our Ancient Missing Spear and become authentic men, is to worship the One Great Breasted Earth Mother.

( Which in his fantasies, for reasons that he'd rather not dwell upon, is named Monique.)

Lovingly dedicated to "Bobby Bly" this book is the REAL story of "The Men's Movement" !

How thousands of milksops, sissies, jellyfish, doormats, Star Trek re-run addicts living in their parent's basements, 99lb weaklings and other assorted [people] have "Slayed Their Inner Weenies " by gettting in touch with their Missing Spear through yelling, drum beating, ripping their shirts off, and other toxic-freeing ceremonies at one of Joe Bob's legendary "I'M NOT A WIMP, GOLDANG IT!" weekends.

...Re-discovering Indigenous Manhood Initiatory Rituals (i.e; "Get a Job " Chapter 23) Joe Bob takes us on a mythically charged journey of self discovery through cosmic archetypes hitherto never explored.

Five stars are not enough.

I have only this to say about this wonderful book : "5 stars, check it out"

Incredible insight. Great tongue-in-cheek, just a great book

This hysterically funny "autobiography" of drive-in movie critic Briggs is one of the best humor novels ever written. Taking a well-deserved swipe at over-hyped celebrity books, Briggs goes through life with a bemused grin on his face and not too many thoughts in his head. His recounting of how he invented the first topless bar in America is a scream, and his life as a Country/Western star is a hoot, too. Don't miss this one, even if you aren't familiar with Joe Bob's drive-in movie columns. Also, it actually predates many overinflated celeb autobios, like SEINLANGUAGE, PRIVATE PARTS, and ENTER WHINING.

This is Joe Bob's "life" story and general commentary on life in Grapevine, TX, and America as a whole. If you know who he is you know there's a lot of intelligence underneath the hayseed facade. Mr. Briggs is a great figure of pop culture and that ain't no bullstuff!

Joe Bob isn't all that dumb... Wait, ok, maybe he IS kinda dumb - but he's endlessly entertaining, and not half bad as a writer..! This book is a hodge-podge of different stuff as seen through the eyes of Joe Bob -Robert Fulgrhum style - and each chapter is brief, interesting - and perfectly suited for the average bathroom visit, as I'm sure he intended. BUY IT, it's pretty nifty.