Behind these bars lies an unbridled fury. Caged Terror-a tale of madness, infidelity and revenge. Everyone needs to get away from it all, and the country is the most tranquil place to escape life's everyday battles. Or is it? Richard and Janet, a city couple, find that just the opposite is true as their weekend getaway is transformed into a frightening and primitive wilderness. Camping for the night in a seemingly abandoned farmhouse, the two are suddenly joined by strangers who have been secretly watching them all afternoon. Strangers who will soon cage Richard like a trapped animal and ravage his wife. Strangers who will drive Richard berserk in the cold and inhuman isolation of Caged Terror. Written by
Echo Bridge Home Entertainment
A Bergmanesque film that is not at all Bergmanesque and barely a film!
Without question one of the most embarrassing productions of the 1970s, CAGED TERROR reveals a curious determination to become something insightful or important as it reaches in futility for a leg of Bergman's monogram earthy key elements. The tragic result is such a wispy, self-aggrandizing display of thin air that it nearly succeeds as a Bergman lampoon. To its credit, however, it does have a nice look to it, being artfully lensed in scenic woodsy environs. Too, it's as relaxing as two glasses of wine and a Quaalude.
The story(?) denotes a city couple in an early stage of budding romance enjoying a day in the wilderness. They walk along a shady path, apparently desperate to outdo each other in a bizarre duel of random verbal evasions. It's quite something, really...these characters hurl bits of insanely over-the-top, lofty discourse which sound like the idle chatter of a U.C. Berkeley coffee klatsch...you'll be howling over tarradiddle such as "I feel that life itself is made up of as many tiny compartments as this pomegranate....but is it as beautiful?". After what seems like an eternity of this grandiose sermonizing and a noticeable lacking of occurrences, we are presented a VERY anticlimactic confrontation involving a pair of folk-singing 'Nam vets.
Aside from some obligatory nudity, nothing eventful or interesting happens IN THIS ENTIRE FILM, and its enfeebled crusade to draw the viewer "into a brown study" is strained and insincere. I thought the Larry Buchanan picture STRAWBERRIES NEED RAIN was a weak example of a Bergman homage...CAGED TERROR is somehow worse than that film, largely due to the ceaseless flatulent verbiage.
1.5/10...one of the worst films I've seen in my entire pomegranate.
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