It looks like even I still have limits when it comes to certain types of bad movies.
Curse of the Headless Horseman may be good for nothing else, but at least it proves I still can dislike crap movies because they are crap.
A young doctor/doctor to be (who knows) inherits his uncle's ranch under the condition that he will make it profitable. Little does he know that the residing ghost (or is it no ghost?) will cause him and the horde of hippie friends he brings with him a world of trouble.
Equally little did this innocent reviewer expect the movie to be part of one of the most-feared movie genres known to man - the hippie amateur theatre troupe movie. All the terrors of the genre are present, starting with doped actors improvising dopily, continuing with a terrifying folk soundtrack to make your ears bleed, and still not ending with the most pointless storyline (I'd bet money there wasn't an actual script). Additionally we are treated to the work of a completely clueless camera operator who manages the admirable feat to never ever point his camera where it should point, probably thinking that nothing in his reach is worth seeing anyway (and right he is).
But there is one thing about the film I'll gladly praise: the sound is so bad all the way through that I couldn't understand half of the dialogue, which -for someone who heard the other half- is absolutely praiseworthy.
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