Middle of Nowhere

Synopsis: Summer in a small southern town: Grace wants to go to college, but her feckless mom has poisoned that well (no student loans because mom has welshed on credit cards in Grace's name). Dorian wants to escape from his snobbish adoptive parents. They team up to sell marijuana - she hopes for enough to go to college. Both investigate family secrets, and things get complicated when Dorian falls for her, Grace falls for someone else, and Grace's 15-year-old sister behaves badly. Can Dorian find independence and Grace get to college? And what constitutes a family, anyway?
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): John Stockwell
Production: Imagine Entertainment
  1 nomination.
95 min


Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Keep movin', movin', movin'

Though they're disapprovin'

Keep them dogies movin'


Don't try

To understand 'em

Just rope, throw

And brand 'em

Soon we'll be livin'

High and wide

My heart's calculatin'

My true love

Will be waitin'

Be waiting at the end

Of my ride

Move 'em on, head 'em up

Head 'em up, move 'em on

Move 'em on, head 'em up


Let 'em out, ride 'em in

Ride 'em in, let 'em out

Cut 'em out

Ride 'em in


Rollin', rollin', rollin'





Well, look's good down here.

We'll ride into Endicott

in the morning.

Good, I thought we were gonna

ride all the night

the way you were going.

If you want to unsettle,

I'll scare up a fire.

I don't want to admit to hearing

what I think I hear.

You seeing what I'm seeing?


Just what, besides girls,

are those?

Ballet dancers.

Well, I seen ballet dancers

at the Turkish Delight Saloon

in San Antone...

Ballet, not belly.

I seen longer skirts

and shorter legs.

It's a big thing

in Europe. Very popular.

I have a hunch it's gonna be

very popular in Texas too.


Come sit, master, please.

Please. Your indulgence.

You cannot see

properly from here.

Will you please follow me?

You... You weren't here

from the beginning, were you?

Uh, no.

Well, uh, I cannot

permit that.

A ballet must always be seen

from the beginning.

Oh, I'm sorry, we didn't know

one was being

performed out here.

Oh. I'm MacKay.

Gil Favor, this is Rowdy Yates,

my ramrod.

Ramrod? What's that?

That means second in command.

I'm trail boss of a herd

that's coming through this way.

Are you, indeed?

Oh, I'm impressed.

Won't you sit down?

It's wine. French wine.

The only thing to drink

when you're seeing a beautiful

ballet performance.

Say, Mr. MacKay?

Yes, lad.

This is strange place

to be holding a ballet.

Ah, nonsense.

There are times

when MacKay has to go

to Europe to get a ballet.

There are other times

when the ballet has

to be brought to MacKay.


S, seor.

And now you see a ballet

as it should be seen.

From the beginning, please.

Bravo! Bravo, maestro.

It was wonderful.



Wonderful, wonderful.

Gracia, gracia,

Seor MacKay.

And now, the 20 ounces

of gold dust, as promised.

Am I correct?

You are very generous, seor.

Me mountains are very

generous to me.

Ladies, you were marvelous.

You were a delight

to the eye and the heart

and I'd like to give you

a little present.

Here. There's one for you.

One for you.

What's he giving them, rocks?

I'll give you nice long odds

those are nuggets.

One for you.

Gold? Being carried around

like that?

W-Where would he get it?

I heard him say

those mountains of his

have been very generous to him.

And here's one for you.

Now, run along.

Younger men are waiting

all over the world.

You mustn't keep them waiting.

Oh, uh, Mr. MacKay.

Oh, yes, uh, you don't have

to thank me for the performance.

I was happy to share

me pleasure with you.


Trail boss, you say?

That's right.

Where's your herd?

About five, six hours' ride

south of here.

Why aren't you with it?

Well, we have to ride

into Endicott in the morning.

Endicott? Hm.

I know the town.

It's a dusty eyesore

on the bosom of the prairie.

Keep away from it.

There isn't a girl to found

within its dusty confines.

Well, we may not

have to go there

now that we've run into you.

We just wanted to get some

information there

about the Dead Mountains.

What would you be seeking

in the Dead Mountains?

Water and a pass

for the cattle.

Plains are dry as a bone.

Maybe you could

tell us about it.

Uh, you said you owned

the mountain.

I do.

What is it you want to know?

Is there a way for the cattle

to get through?

There is, indeed.

And water?

Enough to flourish a desert.

Well, that's good news.

Could you let us know

the best way in?

I'll take you there myself.

Goodbye, Mr. MacKay. Au revoir.

Bless them.

Where are your horses?

Oh, we got them right across

the knoll there.

We were gonna

make night camp.

Eh, make camp.

Go on and get your horses

and meet me here.


Funny old jasper, isn't he?

Yeah. It was a lucky break

running onto him like that.

Seems like a real old desert

rat, the way he's dressed.

Having them burrows and all.

Well, the way he's throwing

that gold around,

he's more than found

what he was looking for.

He must have taken off

as soon as we turned our backs.

Yeah, but he was gonna take us

into the mountains.

Yeah, except that must be

the one thing

in the world

he's most afraid of.

But why? We ain't after

any gold.

He don't know that.

Well, what do we do now?

Well, wait till sunrise, ride up

to those Dead Mountains,

see if we can find

a pass ourselves.

There's a way in.

Wide enough for the herd

to get through.

The ground don't look too bad.

Well, so far so good.

Of course, we haven't

gone far yet.


Hold it.

We ought to try making

a run for it, huh?

Well, this child ain't about

to try and outrun bullets.

No one in these mountains

except the people in them.

Raise your hands.

Get off the horses.

Where's he going? For help?

They don't need any more help

as far as I'm concerned.

Why do you come

to Dead Mountains?

We look for water

and a pass for our cattle.

There is a pass.

There is water.

But they are both sacred

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