I'd like to start by voicing my confusion on the statement made on the cover of this movie. It quoted Stephen King as saying somehting like, "there are some truly scary moments in this film". My guess is that it's not King, the Horror writer, but Lil' Stevie King, the 4 year-old from Topeka, Kansas! This movie, though violent and chocked full of unnecessary (but appreciated) sexual content, WAS NOT SCARY! Some guy dressed in black (Johnny Cash! [not really] ) is killing lovely young lasses left and right. His weapons? If you guessed tools from a toolbox, let me congratulate you for passing the Second Grade! Well, he drills, hammers, screws, and nails his way to victory, before his nephew discovers the secret and is burned alive by his cousin, the killer's son. Then, the son turns on daddy, killing him, and raping his female cousin, whom daddy/uncle was trying to "protect". I hate family movies. Every time I try to review them, I end up confusing not only my readers, but myself as well. I don't know why the other chicks were killed, but one of them was masturbating in the tub, so I'm happy. Oh, this was supposed to be based on a true story, and if you've ever met my family, you'd believe it! Sick monkey-people!

Sequels: None

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