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'Nuff said. An undercover cop from the state capital is sent to a small county where moonshine running is rampant. He ends up getting run off the road by some local hicks who have no idea he's an undercover cop (so they just drive away as blissfully dopey as ever). He is soon being taken care of by a woman and her three daughters who all wear low-cut tops and short shorts (gotta luv the '70s). He falls in love with one of the girls but in the meantime he still has to find out who's making all the moonshine and driving it to all the local bars and restaurants. He also has to contend with a fat sheriff and his incompetent deputy who think he's the moonshiner 'cause he's new in town.

Life in small town America, 70s style. YEE HAAAAAAAAAAA.

This movie begins with a car chase between a female moonshine bootlegger named "Mary Ann" (Sherry Robinson) and a county sheriff named "Bull Tatum" (Charles Elledge). As luck would have it Mary Ann manages to easily outrun the sheriff and returns to her base of operations which is run by her mother "Stella Holcomb" (Tonia Bryan). From this point the movie shifts to the state capital where a special agent by the name of "Jeff Wilson" (Don Jones) is ordered by his boss to drive to Barefoot County to investigate everything that is going on down there. Unfortunately, as soon as he enters the county, he is driven off of the road by some obnoxious teenagers headed by a young man named "Culley Joe" (Jeff MacKay) who thinks he can do whatever he wants--especially with the local women. At any rate, having sustained an injury in the crash, Jeff's car is spotted by Stella, and he is subsequently taken to her home and cared for until he is back on his feet again. Upon regaining consciousness, he resumes his assignment and goes undercover by working for Mr. "Otis Perkins" (Ned Austin) who just happens to be the father of Culley Joe. Needless to say, having Jeff around does not make Culley Joe very happy and soon the two of them have problems with each other. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that this film was about as boring as anything I have ever seen. For starters, the plot was very thin and also rather predictable. Further, for a comedy the humor was noticeably lacking, the action was rather boring, and the music was sub-standard as well. As a matter of fact, other than the presence of a few attractive young ladies to brighten the scenery, there really wasn't anything worth watching. That said, I have rated this movie accordingly. Below average.

Combination white-trash moonshiner romp/dramatic love story is pretty watchable considering it was probably produced on a pocket-change budget. Undercover cop is sent from the city to "Barefoot County" to investigate the illicit moonshine operation of a widow and her sexy daughters. Complications arise when the cop falls in love with one of the white lightnin' gals.

Sort of fun, really...but nobody's ever going to call it "good"...it has that grainy, poorly lit quality that reminds one of grade school educational filmreels.

3.5/10

The film's title makes it sound like a porno but it's not even a sex comedy. Instead, Hot Summer in Barefoot County is about an official sent from a southern state to a small town to locate and arrest moonshiners. The moonshine though is coming from the farm of an old woman with three beautiful daughters. Almost anyone can guess what happens next but oddly, the film is very tame. It hardly even qualifies for a PG rating. What's more, the low budget is obvious in pretty much every shot and the acting is sooooo amateurish. This film was probably intended for the drive-in crowd but it's unlikely that it satisfied them, even in 1974.

Released by Troma from the `Preacherman Corporation", who were also responsible for the 1971 release Preacherman. Like its older cuzzin, Hot Summer... doles out fried white trash of the Southern variety, made for rubes by rubes without an ounce of so-fistication. Farmboy-turned-lawman from the Capital goes undercover in Hicksville to bust an undercover bootleggin' operation, run by a tough-talkin' mama and her halter-topped teensters. He falls.for the more homely of the three daughters and rediscovers his country roots, but runs into opposition from the local Three Stooges, and the yokel sheriffs out to make their own bust. Pained acting all round from the gals who all wear Levis cut off just below the navel (!), and the guys with guts hanging near their ankles. Yep, it shore is a pretty picture postcard from Pauline Hanson country, and about as funny as the one about the dog who limps into a Wild West saloon looking for the man who shot his paw...