Curse of the Headless Horseman (1974) is a massively amateur horror film with a modern western ranch setting.

A group of hippies arrive at the ranch to talk, talk, talk. The story can only uncover lameness in the idea of ghostly vengeance, & the pisspoor script is worsened by the most pathetic acting.

It's even requires a voice-over narration pointing which scenes are are supposed to have something happening.

It's no surprise that the director usually made cheap porn, as he just didn't have a clue as to how to approach horror of even the Z grade. Though promoted as starring Ultra Violet of the Warhol circle, don't count on seeing her much.

The titular headless horseman interrupts the boring conversations which exist to fill up time, without adding to character or plot. The horseman carries a rubber head in the crook of his arm. His outfit would make an adequate halloween costume only because the horse at least was real. Even fans of crummy exploitation films may have something in this they can't enjoy.



A goon in a flimsy vampire cape stalks about the gothic mansion in the dark, checking out the iron maiden torture device, admiring the medieval weapons, selecting an axe.

One half expects him at this point to look straight into the camera & saying, "VELL-come to my lair! On tonight's Friday Night of Horror we will be viewing those beasts with upside-down fangs in Snot Vampires from the Abyss."

But we're watching Slaughter Hotel; aka, Cold Blooded Beast (La Bestia uccide a sangue freddo, 1971), which takes place not in a hotel but a nicely appointed madhouse for women who are criminally insane.

Busty big-bottomed girls populate the tale, often in the nude, & woo-hoo, even feeling each other up. Might've been sexier if the main dork beauty didn't have big zits on her neck.

Only the presence of Klaus Kinski as the psychiatrist is of interest, but any acting he might've achieved despite bad production values was eradicated by horrible dubbing. You never hear his actual voice.

Argento or Bava this certainly is not, but it is ridiculous enough to bare watching as off-kilter though largely ineffective gialo.

If slightly blood-dabbed unsexy nude girl action & very little in the way of slaughter sounds great to you, then this is just the dull stuff you're after. I assume it was what Kinski was eager to see when he accepted such an idiotic role.

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