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Bad Acting and worse Bad Screenplay

It's hard to see any effort in the film. There's no comedy to speak of, no real drama and, worst of all.

A lot of perfectly good film show their cards early, establish a unique premise and let the audience explore a topic at a leisurely pace, without much in terms of surprise. this film is not one of those films.

As a film, this is truly an awful awful attempt. It's one of those "do it yourself" horror flicks that were so plentiful in the days of the drive-in and then repeated ad nauseum in the 70's on TV as "Creature Features". However this is quite a curio for those who find any of it's themes particularly interesting. The whole movie takes place at a closed-down "wild west" tourist attraction which once speckled our American highways in great numbers, but now only a few remain. For that reason alone, this film provides a rare time capsule into the great lost Roadside America! The cast of characters are hippies - tie-dye wearing, acid- dropping hippies. There's some yodeling. And of course the titular Headless Horseman who carries around a pretty realistic looking dead head for a bottom-of- the-barrel production such as this. Bad movie lovers will certainly find much to amuse in this. However, if you are a traditional movie-goer, this inept insanity will certainly try your patience or put you to sleep.

Amateurish and virtually incoherent with little sense, structure, plot development or solid narrative, there's very little to recommend. A voice-over tells us that Mark's uncle has died leaving to him a tourist ranch that he'll only fully inherit if he can turn it into a profitable concern in six months. Gathering up his hippie mates, he embarks on the ambitious task of converting the struggling backwoods amusement park into a viable business, with the aid of his willing friends -that is until a headless horseman appears to cause havoc in the commune.The acting is rank amateurish with only B.G. Fisher as the scar-faced old salt Soloman attempting to act, his mysterious ramblings and incantations warning of the imminent danger. Most of the cast looks like an amateur theatre company, excepting Marland Proctor, truly awful as the medical student Mark, while Andy Warhol's one- time muse Ultra Violet has a frivolous, marquee cameo as an eccentric French tourist. Lots of blood splattering but little actual violence, a mind-warping acid trip and some pop gun stunts set against a dreary folk song soundtrack offer little respite from the abomination. The concluding voice over promises that the curse will begin again (incessantly) to which I could only plead for mercy that the 75 minutes were up. Make no mistake, this is a howler but if it's your mission in life to experience it all, then I'm afraid you will need to see this dross.

Nonetheless, I find this to be absolutely hilarious. It's got all kinds of great things. The narrator is one of the most incomprehensible that I have ever seen. Half of what he says is more or less incomprehensible, and the other half is usually irrelevant to what's going on. I'm really not sure how we're supposed to be menaced by the bad guy. All he does is go up to people and shake his head at them spattering a little blood on them. Why would anyone bother doing that? To be honest, I think that even Scooby and Shaggy might have the courage to look at this guy for a while. Most of the dialogue is idiotic too, and clearly not written by any of the "right on hepcats" who really "know where it is at". There are definitely a lot of sequences that you will be wishing for an end to. The strange improv comedy routine (I think) from Unfunny and Unfunnier would definitely be an example. The acid trip is a little bizarre too. Also, it's hard to know where to go with a scene that has a rape scene going on with cool folk music in the background. I think we're supposed to be okay with it, but I'm really not. Anyway, this is a pretty hilarious movie. I recommend, if you can deal with the seventy six minutes of pain that it will cause you. Washington Irving need have no fear, though.

This doddering regional horror implosion vaguely illustrates a disused movie ranch being converted to a roadside tourist attraction by a group of communal hippies. Their progress is unexpectedly hindered when the titular specter arrives en scene, coalescing with a spooky local legend. Predictable tedium unfolds, culminating in a juvenile "Scooby Doo" anti-climax.Warhol entouragette Ultra Violet attempts a sixteenth minute of fame in this flimsy drive-in drivel. It's a lousy, awful looking film which doesn't even offer sufficient psychotronic largess.Seventy-five minutes which feel like a life sentence...skippit. 2/10