Why are so many crummy movies filmed in the desert? Is it that the sun turns the directors mental, or is it that nutjobs naturally gravitate to the sparsely populated areas to escape persecution? We may never know.
Regardless, this movie is pretty simple B-movie fare. Imagine a werewolf movie with all the Gothic horror trappings removed, and native American nonsense tossed in as a replacement. A boring yet hunky guy meets a dim blonde, the talk for a bit and then he's smacked on the head by a micro-meteorite. He then spends the rest of the movie feeling dizzy, while constantly trailed by his blonde and a native American professor called Johnny Longbow while complaining about headaches.
When not being dizzy he's busy being a moon-creature, ripping apart clichés and stereotypes in the night. We don't see much of this, concentrating instead on the blonde's legs as she wears a variety of 70's fashions which make her look alternately like a skank or a playmate.
To be fair, they do make a nice couple, if a bit dim. The guys plight elicits some sympathy, but not too much since he's had it easy. Johnny Longbow is OK, but lumbered with all the wordy speeches and exposition for the all too small plot. The rest of the characters are stereotypes and cardboard cutouts, and the story lurches along with little real pacing or cohesion. Not boring in the same way Manos or Monster-a-go-go, but no thriller. Two stars for this, one for Johnny and his bow, the other for the blonde bomb-crater.
Regardless, this movie is pretty simple B-movie fare. Imagine a werewolf movie with all the Gothic horror trappings removed, and native American nonsense tossed in as a replacement. A boring yet hunky guy meets a dim blonde, the talk for a bit and then he's smacked on the head by a micro-meteorite. He then spends the rest of the movie feeling dizzy, while constantly trailed by his blonde and a native American professor called Johnny Longbow while complaining about headaches.
When not being dizzy he's busy being a moon-creature, ripping apart clichés and stereotypes in the night. We don't see much of this, concentrating instead on the blonde's legs as she wears a variety of 70's fashions which make her look alternately like a skank or a playmate.
To be fair, they do make a nice couple, if a bit dim. The guys plight elicits some sympathy, but not too much since he's had it easy. Johnny Longbow is OK, but lumbered with all the wordy speeches and exposition for the all too small plot. The rest of the characters are stereotypes and cardboard cutouts, and the story lurches along with little real pacing or cohesion. Not boring in the same way Manos or Monster-a-go-go, but no thriller. Two stars for this, one for Johnny and his bow, the other for the blonde bomb-crater.