Joe Dante wrote the review for it then, Lynn Lowry would later star in two more "viral horror" masterpieces. My new guilty pleasure when it comes to seeing '70s exploitation-horror like this: good & bloody, entertaining concept & fine little cast. (At first, I felt I wasn't gonna dig this one after seeing the trailer but I gave in and watched it anyway.)
Not as fun as its reputation. The memorability doesn't happen even with the rabid-hippies vs. construction worker fights, feeling amateurish. The rest isn't rewarding, either. As one has to sit through many schlocky scenes-- as in bad-bad moments, not good-bad ones-- either in their acting or in conception that's more awkward than creative. Nearly every scene with the kid or the other non-hippy characters is abysmal.
"Let it be known sons and daughters that satan was an acid head. Drink from this cup. Pledge yourselves. And together we'll all freak out!"
Durston died just recently. NY Times did an obit for him. Which is awesome, because if it were not for him how would I ever know that being an lsd loving hippie would eventually lead to being a rabies infested mad man? Thanks Durston!