Body Count (1986) Review + Film

Rating: 3/5
AKA: Mentos, the Fresh maker! The Movie!
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“I Love Iron Maiden!”

Load up the RV and head on down to Shaman Camp Town kid. A camp built on a genu-ine Indian burial ground! The camp where lecherous sheriffs get their swerve on with boring, but sensual house wives. Oh, and the camp where David Hess makes you, his bitch.

Well, not really that last part. David Hess (Last House on the Left & House on the Edge of the Park) is fucking cucked during this movie.

Essentially you have a movie about some ghostly Shaman killing lovers at the campground. Lots of ambiguity with the story but doesn’t really matter.

This is like a feel-good Mentos ad where folks are riding dirt bikes, banging and living their best life. The only downside is seeing this dudes junk, it looks like a tiny thumb sticking out of a patch of caterpillars.

You gotta see these fools dance though, it’s the stuff hopes, and dreams are built on.

FINAL WORD –

MRHELLBOX: Feels Good Man. Could have done with more bodies for a movie called body count. In the movie they say 15 bodies total, you go elsewhere they say 13. No, we didn’t take count, we lost track after 2. – 3/5

Drunken Master: I really want that Schlitz Beer lite up sign, in my Bar Cave. Oh and that theme song be wildin' – 3/5

Prince Pectorals: You get one shot at life thumb boy and ya blew it. However, these other cats were in peak physical condition. That’s how you win fam, that’s how you win.

Well, unless you get caught slipping on an Indian burial ground with a psychotic killer Shaman on the loose. Then you’re quite fucked - 3/5