First, Peter O’Toole and now Tom Laughlin. The 60s just died. 
Creator of some really, really awful movies.
And there’s not a damn thing we can do about it.
Jabootu did a review awhile back, as well as one for it’s predecessor, The Trial of Billy Jack.
The reviewers’ politics probably won’t jibe with everyone here—but Trial really is pretty hillariously bad.
Remember when Billy Jack movies seemed to air on primetime network TV six times a year back in the 70s?
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The Sat. Night Live parody was great…especially when they say with such deep, deep profundity:
“If all the world could be like this ice cream cone, Billy Jack wouldn’t have to kill so many people”.
(Explanation for those who don’t know the skit:
The ice cream cone has scoops of strawberry,chocolate and vanilla.
Get it? It’s really, really profound. See, let me show you how profound Billy Jack really is:
The strawberry is…red!!!
And the vanilla is …white!!!
And now, for the hard part: the chocolate is brown, but it also represents people who are black.)
See, I told you it was deep!!!
I remember me and younger siblings being taken along by my dad to see Billy Jack in the theater in the early 70s, and feeling somewhat awkward during the rape scene. It wasn’t exactly a family movie like Bambi.
Yeah, I’d agree. Those movies are unbelievably dated. And squirm-in-your-seat cornball stupid. I mean I saw them on TV as a kid and thought they were awesome, but I was like eight! My favorite show was The Six Million Dollar Man, which was of a similarly awful bent… 
Not the one who sang “Me and Mrs. Jones,” that was the other guy.