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A biker comes upon a girl with a flat tire and offers her a ride home. He winds up at a drug party with the girl's sister, then follows her to a turkey farm owned by her father, a mad scientist. The father turns the biker into a giant turkey monster who goes after drug dealers. Written by
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The finest example of the pro-Christian / anti-drug / gore / Turkey-headed-monster sub genre
This has to go down in history as the all time finest example of the pro-Christian / anti-drug / gore / Turkey-headed-monster sub genre. It's a piece of trash that you just can't tear your eyes away from. Steve Hawkes stars as a Vietnam veteran biker named Herschel. He gives a ride home to some bible-thumper chick named Angel and crashes at her pad for a while. She lives with her evil hippie sister Ann, who turns him onto grass. And before you can say "yeah right", he's a raving addict to the stuff. Apparently the stuff they got back in the 70s was way more powerful than the crap around nowadays. Anyhow, to support his addiction he gets a job on a farm as the tester of turkey meat. He eats some contaminated Turkey and becomes a turkey-headed monster who craves the blood of marijuana-addicts. No I swear I didn't get into the cough syrup and watched The 700 Club. This movie actually exists and it's zanier than it sounds. By the end of this long, strange, and low-budget trip, Herschel is saved by the light of Jesus. I forgot to mention that director Brad F. Grinter appears on screen every now and than as a chain-smoking narrator who serves as Herschel's conscience and has coughing fits.
In case you haven't noticed, this is a bad movie. However, just like the films of Ed Wood and Phil Tucker, it has a badness that crosses over into surrealism. Almost as good as "Plan 9 From Outer Space" for unintended hilarity. (6/10)
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