Seeking to strike it rich, two young simpletons get in over their knuckleheads.
Preston Cashdollar—yes, that’s his real name—is a revivalist preacher who’s mesmerized a tent flock into piling high his collection plates. Bemused by dreams of avarice, Skip Moore and James Lessor (Stuff to Die For, 2007, etc.), buds from boyhood and not greatly evolved since, decide they want in on the action. They plan to convert their truck into a burger-and-fries dispenser that can serve quick meals to born-agains whose hunger is more than spiritual. The blinkered pair don’t consider the chilling presence of the thuggish full-time vendors who follow venal Cashdollar from meeting to meeting, and who make it plain they don’t welcome part-time competition. Nor do they wonder about the grim fates of those who’ve found themselves on the Cashdollar enemies list. But even clueless Skip and James begin to worry when their manna-on-wheels is vandalize, money is stolen and James loses big in a poker game clearly rigged against him. Even so, our heroes soldier on, persuaded, as the author seems to be, that Cashdollar’s success must stem from a secret worth their study.
Feckless and Reckless adrift in a plot that’s essentially mindless.