Curse of the Headless Horseman (1972)

A phantom horseman who appears every night with a human head tucked under his arm lets it be known that he is searching for eight gunfighters.

Director:

Leonard Kirtman

Writer:

Kenn Riche

Stars:

Ultra Violet, Marland Proctor, Claudia Reame

Cast

Cast overview, first billed only:
Ultra Violet	...	The Countress
Marland Proctor	...	Mark Callahan
Claudia Reame	...	Brenda (as Claudia Ream)
Don Carrara	...	John
Lydia Rosenbloom	...	Lydia
B.G. Fisher	...	Solomon
Ray Saniger	...	Sandy (as Ray Sanger)
Tom Clarke	...	Tom (as Tom Clark)
Robert Moss	...	Bob
Margo Dean	...	Yo-Yo
Jacquline Gonzales	...	Jacque
Joe Cody	...	Indian Joe
Lee Byers	...	Lee Byers
Gina Michaels	...	Gina
Stephan D'Amico	...	Steve

Storyline

A phantom horseman who appears every night with a human head tucked under his arm lets it be known that he is searching for eight gunfighters.

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Plot Keywords:

hippie | native american | inheritance | head wound | blood | 

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Genres:

Horror

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Certificate:

PG

Details

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Release Date:

1972 (USA)

Also Known As:

Valley of the Headless Horseman

Company Credits

Production Co:

Kirt Films

Technical Specs

Runtime:

75 min

Sound Mix:

Mono

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Did You Know?

Connections

Featured in Celluloid Bloodbath: More Prevues from Hell (2012)

User Reviews

Curse of the brainless hippies

Amateurish and virtually incoherent with little sense, structure, plot development or solid narrative, there's very little to recommend. A voice-over tells us that Mark's uncle has died leaving to him a tourist ranch that he'll only fully inherit if he can turn it into a profitable concern in six months. Gathering up his hippie mates, he embarks on the ambitious task of converting the struggling backwoods amusement park into a viable business, with the aid of his willing friends -that is until a headless horseman appears to cause havoc in the commune.

The acting is rank amateurish with only B.G. Fisher as the scar-faced old salt Soloman attempting to act, his mysterious ramblings and incantations warning of the imminent danger. Most of the cast looks like an amateur theatre company, excepting Marland Proctor, truly awful as the medical student Mark, while Andy Warhol's one- time muse Ultra Violet has a frivolous, marquee cameo as an eccentric French tourist.

Lots of blood splattering but little actual violence, a mind-warping acid trip and some pop gun stunts set against a dreary folk song soundtrack offer little respite from the abomination. The concluding voice over promises that the curse will begin again (incessantly) to which I could only plead for mercy that the 75 minutes were up. Make no mistake, this is a howler but if it's your mission in life to experience it all, then I'm afraid you will need to see this dross.