Onlinewsma Absolutely Brilliant!

ChanFamous I wanted to like it more than I actually did... But much of the humor totally escaped me and I walked out only mildly impressed.

Cooktopi The acting in this movie is really good.

Orla Zuniga It is interesting even when nothing much happens, which is for most of its 3-hour running time. Read full review

azathothpwiggins CURSE OF THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN opens w/ mindless narration, while various hippies drive, dance around, and eat pizza. All while murmuring. A random fight breaks out. Said hippies "split" to a ranch, and they "dig it". More pointless narration blathers on, like a vocal skewering of our ear-holes! Cowboys appear, their guns contrasted against the hippies' guitars. The narrator is the voice of doom. Milling around ensues, accompanied by some Joan Baez / Joni Mitchell super-hybrid. Dear god! Improvisational "theater" takes place! The hep cats love it! After all, it's drug-related. Meanwhile, the cameraman decides to film something else in another movie somewhere. All the hippies chatter at once. Solomon, the caretaker (B.G. Fischer), looking as though he's swallowing his own face, tells the tale of the legend of the something or other. As near as can be discerned, someone was killed and revenge shall come! Or, something like that. The narrator cackles, and the curse begins! Apparently, the hipsters will perform for any unfortunate tourists happening by. Solomon disapproves, in his velvet vest. Near tragedy almost, sort of happens. Almost. Solomon gets crabbier and more puckered, like he's chewing on a turpentine-soaked lemon. Alas, he's the most interesting character in this cinematic donkey log! That is, unless a Victor Buono look-alike, sporting astonishing lamb chop sideburns sounds intriguing. A harmonica plays a dirge. Time passes. Eons come and go as mountains crumble into the sea. As we watch, our skulls cave in, and our souls shrivel and die. The title equestrian arrives at last, rubber head in hand! Uneventful death results. The narrator spouts more claptrap. Demons on acid play synthesizer-kazoos, while a hippie chick twirls to her demise. Solomon glares, judging the hippies for involving him in this film. The "shock" finale reminds us that we're watching a movie of some sort. Chickens peck at piano keys. A bell tolls. THE END. Most sub-sludge films don't cause this much agony! There should be a special commendation, like a silver doggy-do cluster medal, for anyone who survives to the end! I endured so that others may not have to. Where's my medal?!...

artpf A phantom horseman who appears every night with a human head tucked under his arm lets it be known that he is searching for eight gunfighters.Not sure I really get the bad reviews who all say it's a lot of fun, etc. This movie is written like an Ed Wood film and directed like a porno. In fact the director did some porn and the flick is filled with actors who did porn or soft core largely in the 70s. Others are one shot wonders who never worked again and some are whose character names are their actual names.I disagree with the reviewers who say this is a hoot and then give it one star. I think it deserves one star. It's actually a horrible movie filled with bad kumbaya folk music and even worse acting.They should have made this as a porno. The title character is dismal and you can see his head under the robe. He doesn't really show up until the movie is nearly done and that's after you're forced to listen to all that horrible hippie folk music.

leonardfranks Nonetheless, I find this to be absolutely hilarious. It's got all kinds of great things. The narrator is one of the most incomprehensible that I have ever seen. Half of what he says is more or less incomprehensible, and the other half is usually irrelevant to what's going on. I'm really not sure how we're supposed to be menaced by the bad guy. All he does is go up to people and shake his head at them spattering a little blood on them. Why would anyone bother doing that? To be honest, I think that even Scooby and Shaggy might have the courage to look at this guy for a while. Most of the dialogue is idiotic too, and clearly not written by any of the "right on hepcats" who really "know where it is at". There are definitely a lot of sequences that you will be wishing for an end to. The strange improv comedy routine (I think) from Unfunny and Unfunnier would definitely be an example. The acid trip is a little bizarre too. Also, it's hard to know where to go with a scene that has a rape scene going on with cool folk music in the background. I think we're supposed to be okay with it, but I'm really not. Anyway, this is a pretty hilarious movie. I recommend, if you can deal with the seventy six minutes of pain that it will cause you. Washington Irving need have no fear, though.

EyeAskance This doddering regional horror implosion vaguely illustrates a disused movie ranch being converted to a roadside tourist attraction by a group of communal hippies. Their progress is unexpectedly hindered when the titular specter arrives en scene, coalescing with a spooky local legend. Predictable tedium unfolds, culminating in a juvenile "Scooby Doo" anti-climax.Warhol entouragette Ultra Violet attempts a sixteenth minute of fame in this flimsy drive-in drivel. It's a lousy, awful looking film which doesn't even offer sufficient psychotronic largess.Seventy-five minutes which feel like a life sentence...skippit. 2/10