What do I really have left in life but this place? It ain't much of a home, but it's all I got. Well, goddamnit. I'll be damned if I let some foreign, graffiti writin', soul suckin', son of a bitch in an oversized cowboy hat and boots take my friend's souls and shit 'em down the visitors toilet!
This movie is a surprisingly emotional one. I went in expecting some good stupid fun, and I left feeling genuinely moved. For a film that includes a monologue about a cancerous penis delivered by a bed-ridden Elvis, that's saying a whole fucking lot.
What this movie lacks in audience sensitivity is made up for with originality. Not only do you get to see a mummy in a cowboy hat but you also get the pleasure of Bruce Cambell in the lead. The movie has its moments of raunchy comedy which repel you, but the sheer absurdity of the central premise halts your gag reflex and forces the question "Why wasn't this made sooner?" Perhaps had it been in the hands of teh Monty Python troupe it would have been gold, but if you are looking for something interesting and off the beaten path and don't particular care for how the flicks ends I would suggest as background noise for you lazy Sunday and inner amusement.
Good campy low budget entertainment. As much as I was excited with the idea of Bruce as Elvis, I found myself much more interested with Davis as JFK.