Ugh, yuck, blecth and ugh again!
I just saw this movie this past weekend. It's in the Chiller Classics set. To call it an implausible, incoherent mess would be kind.
First of all, I believe I would've boogied right on out of those woods the *first* time the loony creeps confronted me.
Second of all, if I *was* stupid enough to stay, I believe I would've boogied on down to the local police/forest ranger to report a brutal assault/rape that had just been perpetrated upon myself and my chick.
And third of all, where did Robert Englund's navel gazing speech-i-fying help anything? *He* wasn't the one who'd just gotten gang raped the night before. (Come to think, that might have made a much more interesting flick)
And lastly, when the boyfriend finally quit his own navel gazing and went for some payback,why didn't he slit the throat of the fat cretin that was already incapacitated instead of performing 'Dog Patch West Side Story', dancing around with a hatchet?
Horrible, just horrible. I did an IMDB search on all of the actors who participated in this crap-fest, with exception of Robert Englund, not many did much more after the 70's. With that turd wrapped in burnt hair of a flick on their resumes', I can see why.
I will give *some* coolness points for the movie's score, it had a kind of Valley of the Dolls, vibe to it.
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