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.
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.
