Summary
A moonshine-soaked carnival of pratfalls erupts when two small-town tinkerers, armed with a bathtub still and a dream, distill a concoction that detonates propriety quicker than a stick of dynamite in a church pew. Charles Dorety’s rubber-limbed barber and Connie Henley’s flapperish postmistress ricochet through a tilted America where back-porch alchemy turns apple peel and desperation into liquid anarchy; every frame fizzes like a nickelodeon firecracker, its emulsion scratched by moonlight, sweat, and the delirious suspicion that tomorrow might never come. Bootleg liquor becomes both nectar and weapon, lubricating chases across barnyards, bedrooms, and the hallucinated horizon of 1920s prohibition, until the whole contraption collapses into a grin that smells of corn mash and insurrection.
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