Most of the characters may be trapped in programmed spontaneity, but you can get a real lift out of the landscapes, the crisp sunlight splayed over gas stations and billboards, and the cannonade of '50s and '60s rock oldies.

Father Hood isn't so much undemanding as vapid, disjointed rather than antic. And if this film is a romp, then so is bearbaiting.

Despite its best intentions, Father Hood is destined to become leftovers in the video store.

Basically adequate yet completely forgettable...