A rugged pilot and three hot chicks (two of which are raging lesbians) crash their plane in the middle of nowhere. They decide it’s best to build a fire, so while the pilot and one of the gals go to get wood, the pilot literally “gets wood” and they promptly bone in the middle of the forest. Meanwhile there’s a lecherous hillbilly in a Davy Crockett hat who watches them from the bushes. (Proving the theory if there’s a man in a movie wearing a Davy Crockett who doesn’t happen to BE Davy Crockett, he probably shouldn’t be trusted.) When he gropes one of the sleeping girls in the night, it deeply disturbs her; and we all know the best cure for being groped by a demented pervert… HOT LESBIAN SEX! The chick eventually ends up being tied up and kidnapped by the coonskin clad perv and everyone goes searching for her, taking only ONE time-out for some more tepid sex.
This Bushwhacker fellow is one strange bird cuz once he finally gets his woman he likes to hang her from a tree, punch her in the gut, bite on her thighs, and then beat her with a branch. (Hey, they don’t call him The Bushwhacker for nothing!) After she’s finally dead, he slices her up with his Bowie knife and brands her.
But that’s not the fucked up thing here, people. After her lesbo lover discovers the chick’s dead body, she get SOOO grief stricken that she whips out her ginormous titties and starts rubbing them all over her former flame’s corpse!
My jaw is still on the floor from that one, folks.
So anyway… uh back to the plot. Umm… let’s see, so the Bushwhacker kidnaps the lone heterosexual female in the cast and takes her back to his old Punishment Tree and starts beating her like a punching bag. When he finally gets bored enough, he cuts her tit off… AND EATS IT!
In the climatic showdown, the Final Lesbo decides she’s had enough so she challenges the Bushwhacker to a brawl (one of which she’ll HAVE to fight completely topless, you understand). When it seems like she’s about to lose, the pilot miraculously steps in at the last minute to flambé the killer’s appendix out with a flare gun.
Sex with dead lesbians. Impromptu mastectomies performed by deranged cannibals in coonskin caps. Goring via flare gun. You’d think a movie with so much to offer would get an automatic four star rating, but unfortunately the flick does have its drawbacks. First off, it’s cheap. Super cheap. El Cheap-O Grande. How cheap you ask? Well, the opening and closing credits are written on cardboard with a magic marker. You want cheap? How about the fact that plane “crash” is kept off screen and we never ONCE see the wreckage? We’re talking
At least what budget there WAS went to chicks removing their clothes. The girls aren’t very good actresses but they are all talented in all the right places if you catch my drift. There are plenty of perky breasts on display as well as a few bushes that are in dire need of being whacked. Strangely enough, the pilot dude keeps his pants on during all of his sex scenes. While this at first may seem impractical for the participants engaging in the act, it’s probably for the better that I never got to see the beefy looking dude’s wiener.
I didn’t mind the scenes of the women slowly disrobing but too much of the movie’s running time is padded with them meticulously putting their clothes
Director Byron Mabe (who plays The Bushwhacker) was also responsible for the minor classic A Smell of Honey, A Swallow of Brine.