Ole Anthony and the God Thing In which Joe Bob Briggs, America’s irreverent drive-in movie critic, gets religion. Ole Anthony was the only preacher I ever met who wanted to talk about getting laid. To be fair, he mostly talked about not getting laid and the crimp it put in his lifestyle. But there were nights in the early ’80s when we would hang out at smoky, boozy joints like Arthur’s, the notorious upscale pickup bar in North Dallas, and svelte elegant women with bedroom eyes would linger for a long time at Ole’s side and then, at some point, click away in their 4-inch pumps, bound only for the parking lot.