Moody was a player on the fringe of Hollywood and worked with Shlockmeisters like Coleman Franis and Ray Dennis Steckler. This documetary features Franis( just sort of walking though one scene) and the great Bruno Ve Sota, looking really bad in an pointless, terrible vinette. So grade Z cinema freaks have those reasons for checking in out.

Beyond that, it is an oddly irritating look at the history of the American Hobo. Though real hobos are interviewed, most of vinettes are clearly staged. The whole film, which took years to put together(give Moody points for tenacity) is clearly overdubbed and it's hard to tell if anyone is speaking in there real voices.

Still, some details are effecting, like two boys jeering at a Hobo who lives in underground caves. Allthough poorly acting, this scene tells us a sad truth about human cruelty. Moody, who narrates, finally takes us to the National Hobo convention in Iowa. The other films big problem is the surprisingly horrible score, shlocky songs that sort of immatate the folk songs of the road.