NEW YORK--The South just keeps on rising. Hollywood's latest rebel yell is TNT's hilarious road pic "T Bone n Weasel," in which Gregory Hines and Christopher Lloyd buddy up to make possibly the best TV movie ever with an "n" in the title.
NEW YORK–The South just keeps on rising. Hollywood’s latest rebel yell is TNT’s hilarious road pic “T Bone n Weasel,” in which Gregory Hines and Christopher Lloyd buddy up to make possibly the best TV movie ever with an “n” in the title.
T Bone (Hines) is a freshly “ex” convict. William (Weasel) Weasler (Lloyd) is the first guy he meets out of the slammer. They hit the road in a stolen Chrysler ragtop, crank up the Creedence Clearwater and drive deep into Backwater , S.C.
After a failed hold-up, the hapless partners in crime get ripped off by a ruthless used-car dealer (Rip Torn), shaken down by a crooked sheriff (Wayne Knight), robbed with their own gun by a nut preacher (Larry Hankin), molested by a fat lady (Rusty Schwimmer), and taken in by an unctuous local pol (Ned Beatty).
Every time they try to break the law, the law breaks them. It’s a tale of two idiots, smartly told by playwright Jon Klein, who adapted his stage piece for the screen, and dryly directed by Lewis Teague, who keeps this shaggy-dog on its feet.
Lloyd is a perfect Weasel, the dope who’s all heart. Hines is as relaxed as his down-home drawl. Torn and Beatty are their usual brilliant selves. And the always-funky music of Steve Tyrell scores Klein’s crackerjack book.
“Racism is bad,” is the movie’s life-lesson 101. T Bone is a black man in white-trash country and Weasel is color-blind. Klein’s hand never gets too heavy , though. Most philosophical question posed is T Bone’s “You ever see a possum squashed by a semi?”
“T Bone n Weasel” is kind of like a good road-kill: it’s funny, gross and makes a lasting impression.