It is entirely possible that a skineaste of the era could have viewed the entire cinematic oeuvre of scrumptious brunette screenstress Jennifer Ashley from the backseat of an automobile. Your Three Minutes Are Up (1973). Nightmare Circus (1973). Inseminoid (1981). All were staples of the gigantic drive-in screen, meant to be viewed with a few drunken buddies or a special drunken girlfriend from the bench seat in the back of a car. What better vantage point to gawk and applaud as Ashley’s ash-white cottontail and wooly black triangle flash in the camera light of Tintorera (1977)? Is any other environment more suitable for viewing jumping-jack Jennifer’s rah-rah calisthenics in The Pom Pom Girls (1976)? Where else can a viewer fold out along with pale, posing Ashley in The Centerfold Girls (1974)?