I remember the first time I saw this one. My parents piled us kids into the car to catch it at the Foster Road Drive-In (which, of course, ain't there anymore), part of a double-bill with some other car chase flick. While not much of either movie registered much in my mind at the time (I was more concerned with playing on the swing-sets located just below the massive screen), one scene that truly remained indelibly burned in my memory was the ending. So as not to risk spoiling the outcome for anyone who hasn't seen "Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry," I'll just say that, for a kid previously weaned on good-time, wholesome Disney fare, I was stunned. That last lingering image haunted me long after the movie was over and we went home. That ending is probably the main thing which separates "Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry" many of its 70s car-chase contemporaries. The movie was made just before the genre degenerated into good ol' boy yuk-fests, when it was possible to get away with an ending like that (which probably owes just a bit to "Bonnie & Clyde"). The movie is your standard low budget root-for-the-anti-hero crash-fest, right up 'till that horrific climax, which alone probably permanently elevated the film to cult status. It came unexpected, and threw kids like me for a loop.