If there's a hicksploitation hall of fame, Shelley Winters should probably be in it. She's in one of the movies that defines so many of the genre's themes, The Night of the Hunter, as well as some of its best - and most exploitative examples - films, such as Bloody Mama and Poor Pretty Eddie. She also plays a woman who had an alien child as one of the many plot points that goes absolutely nowhere in the astounding 70s blast of odd called The Visitor.
Somewhere in the Deep South, this is all about barefoot farmer's daughter Ellie (Sheila Kennedy, Penthouse Pet of the Month for December 1981 and the 1983 Pet of the Year) getting revenge for her father's murder at the hands of her stepmother (Winters) - who killed the kindly old man while she chowed down on fried chicken.
She only has one weapon. Her body. And she knows how to use it.
George Gobel, Edward Albert and Pat Paulsen all show up, but the main thrill of the film is its rampant nudity. Somehow, this movie is also a version of the Greek myth of Elektra, if you can wrap your mind around that.
Director Peter Wittman was also behind exactly one other movie, Play Dead, where a woman kills with her brain and her dog. It's not great or even good, but it's the kind of movie that you stayed up to watch on a Friday night on Cinemax. If you never did that, you're probably going to hate this. If you did, you have a near limitless capacity for enduring boring films. Not that I would know or anything.
Somewhere in the Deep South, this is all about barefoot farmer's daughter Ellie (Sheila Kennedy, Penthouse Pet of the Month for December 1981 and the 1983 Pet of the Year) getting revenge for her father's murder at the hands of her stepmother (Winters) - who killed the kindly old man while she chowed down on fried chicken.
She only has one weapon. Her body. And she knows how to use it.
George Gobel, Edward Albert and Pat Paulsen all show up, but the main thrill of the film is its rampant nudity. Somehow, this movie is also a version of the Greek myth of Elektra, if you can wrap your mind around that.
Director Peter Wittman was also behind exactly one other movie, Play Dead, where a woman kills with her brain and her dog. It's not great or even good, but it's the kind of movie that you stayed up to watch on a Friday night on Cinemax. If you never did that, you're probably going to hate this. If you did, you have a near limitless capacity for enduring boring films. Not that I would know or anything.