This movie has more going for it than a B grade script and a bunch of B grade actors. It's got swamps and hillbilly types who look like they came straight to the set without stopping off first at make-up. Diane Varsi is an X-rated, truly titillating Daisy Mae type who holds nothing back from the camera, or from Robert Walker Jr. The scenes of violence are almost accidentally realistic and moving. It's as if the director, writer, and cast were drinking with Sam Peckinpah and Robert Aldrich every day after filming. As the movie progresses, and the plot spins out, the characters seem to all gather a mix of momentum and resignation which effectively adds to the miasmic, depressive swamp-like feeling of the movie.
Some movies are just bad. This movie is bad, and it's good, and it's so bad it's often good. Like Dick Clark on acid (or moonshine)!
Some movies are just bad. This movie is bad, and it's good, and it's so bad it's often good. Like Dick Clark on acid (or moonshine)!