The Hills Have Eyes (1977)

I am stunned, absolutely stunned from this film. Not in a good way like after a viewing of Sam Rami's low-budget masterpiece "Evil Dead", but on the contrary of the that unbridled ecstasy. How a movie this bad, this cheesy, this unscary, and this incomprihensibly terrible could be one of the genre's most praised works, is a mystery wrapped inside an enigma.

A family of city folk set off for a car trip through the rocky desert and crash their car off the road, making their car unusable (wow, that could have been better written). They run into a family of mountain freaks who seem to have gotten their clothes from the "Land of the Lost" prop department. And with this comes the usual mix of gunshots, stabbings and burnings at the stakes. Not a single scare in the 89 minute muck. The tagline is "The lucky ones died first". No, the lucky ones just don't see this movie. (* out of ****)