Directed by: Dick Lowry
Starring: Jackie Gleason, Jerry Reed, Paul Williams
Apparently the original subtitle of this movie was going to be “Smokey IS the Bandit,” and the concept was going to be that Jackie Gleason was going to play both the bandit transporting illegal goods across state lines and the small-town sheriff chasing after him. I have no idea how that would’ve worked out, but I can tell you that there’s no way it could’ve been worse than this gigantic mountain of horseshit Smokey and the Bandit Part 3 turned out to be.
Sheriff Buford T. Justice (Gleason) finally retires after two movies of chasing Burt Reynolds around the American south. He immediately comes out of retirement to race from Florida to Texas against nobody. The two weird rich guys who promise to give him a quarter of a million dollars instead just try to kill or distract the sheriff and his idiot son with a plethora of car chases and disguises, and they even hire Jerry Reed to… dress up like Burt Reynolds and pretend to be him? What the fuck?
If you like watching cars jumping over nonexistent jumps into other cars and hearing nonstop racist jokes, then boy howdy is this the movie for you! In the first Smokey and the Bandit, the bits with Jackie Gleason are okay, but mostly because he’s just an incompetent bumbler who’s in very little of the film. Now he’s the main character and all we do is watch him be angry with his son and spout ignorant garbage for an hour and a half. If only Gleason had died a couple years earlier…