A scarred stuntman cruises the American hinterland in his specially adapted 'muscle' car praying on nubile young women who fail to take advantage of his less than smooth advances. All is going well until Mr Nutter picks on three hard as nails (but still nubile) stuntwomen and so begins a brutal chase along the byways and highways until Tarantino mercifully realises that he has no plot to speak of, a script that could have been adlibbed better, and just suddenly ends the film. Like a bizarre, meaningless, and worst of all toothless, homage to Russ Meyer's cult road movies.