That brings us to the real talent in this film, Seann William Scott and Johnny Knoxville. These two young actors...um, single-handedly save this movie. They both have a real sense of comic timing, utilizing their facial expressions to great effect. Scott especially makes Bo a lovable galoot who might be clueless when it comes to the modern world around him, but his silly innocence plows right through it all.

Johnny Knoxville is fast becoming something of a star himself. He was the head jackass in "Jackass - The Movie," a series of ill-advised stunts based on the television show of the same name, a docu-comedy that has to be seen to be believed. He went on to star as Ray-Ray Perkins in John Water's sex-comedy, "A Dirty Shame," another film that has to be seen to be believed. He's toned things down a bit as Luke Duke. Still, it gives the moviegoer a chance to see him behave as a near human.

Even though Knoxville and Scott give the movie a center, everything around them is just plain bad. The original Boss Hogg, Cletus, and Rosco of the TV show, had more comic ability between them than the whole rest of this cast combined. They've taken what are essentially living cartoon characters and tried to flesh them out as real people. That was their first mistake. They should be goofier because stupid white people aren't funny unless they're completely stupid and totally spastic. Once again, Hollywood gets it wrong.

As for the General Lee, I can only say that I've seen enough car chase sequences to last me for a good long while. In fact, the last third of this movie is nothing but car chases. There's even a Nascar-like race, which is an integral part of a plot involving moonshine, strip-mining and the Duke's farm. Local hero (in Hazzard, anyway) Billy Prickett, is a Dale Earnhardt-like character who offers a few added moments of humor. Too bad he, and the rest of the cast are being dragged behind the vehicle at 90 miles an hour.

Of course, the whole premise is not meant to be taken too seriously. It's just good, clean fun. Never mind that most of the town folk are too repulsive to look at. Who cares that moonshine and stills haven't had real meaning since the early days of Andy Griffith? Don't try to make sense of it all. It will only make your head pound somethin' fierce. Just throw your head back and laugh till you spit out your partial.

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