I love when the lobby cards actually reflect the slovenly framing of the film itself, in this case that casual point-and-shoot blue-collar crudity of the 70s Burt Reynolds oeuvre. I think I recall seeing some of these in front of the theater they had inside the Plymouth Meeting Mall in PA when I was a kid. I was always mesmerized by the lobby cards they'd post outside, while I was bored and my mom shopped for clothes. The R-rated films all had a dangerous aura back then, and this film in particular seemed rough and adult, like a Trans Am full of teenagers going to see KISS in Philadelphia on a Saturday night.
Thanks for sharing your memories of a very particular time Erich. They were great to read. There is something about the lobby cards of the seventies that really switch a nostalgic button in me more than posters (and sometimes even the films themselves) can. I wish they would make a comeback!
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