By the early 70s, after the baby boomers were being absorbed into the consumer marketplace, indie film-makers tried to make their mark by renting whatever they equipment they needed and knocking off a full feature in an obscure location using actors who were mainly local waitresses and butchers. And a script written on the back of a napkin.
A few gems occasionally emerged from this approach -- Night of the Living Dead comes to mind.
This is clearly a "C" film done on the cheap, but it will never, ever, be remembered as a gem.
Props to the member who titled his review "What did I Just Watch?" -- that nailed it.
At the 9:00 mark, the "Gawd" character is dressing himself from a vandalized clothing donation bin and somehow (?) has photos of what God should look like. One of those photos is George Burns. That is the only thing thing this movie gets right.
A few gems occasionally emerged from this approach -- Night of the Living Dead comes to mind.
This is clearly a "C" film done on the cheap, but it will never, ever, be remembered as a gem.
Props to the member who titled his review "What did I Just Watch?" -- that nailed it.
At the 9:00 mark, the "Gawd" character is dressing himself from a vandalized clothing donation bin and somehow (?) has photos of what God should look like. One of those photos is George Burns. That is the only thing thing this movie gets right.