When hippies decide to make a horror movie! It's not at all what I expected from reading the back of the box. I thought I was, perhaps, in for motorcycle gangs and horror and evil and motorcycles and the '60s and Gary Busey and motorcycles and Gary Busey...what I got was some sort of Western/Native American/Dances With Wolves-type period piece (Still not sure about that time period. Exactly when were motorcycles invented?) flick with motorcycles and Gary Busey. Did I mention that there's a Busey in this movie? Yeah. And weed. That was wierd. Anyway, I gotta give this movie props for completely confusing the hell out of me. Maybe it was the fact that I was sick when I saw this and only watched it out of one eye while the rest of me was wrapped warmly in my massive, childhood blanket or spilling Lipton's noodle soup and ginger ale on myself. I was so lost by the end that I decided that I liked it after all. I wonder where I can pick up a copy of that soundtrack...
3 Cheese Puffs
On a 5 Cheese Puff scale