A failing B-horror actress moves back to her father's ranch in bum-fuck hicksville wherever that is being tended by a shirtless yahoo who keeps warning people about "the Chooper" (the ridiculous alternate title of the film) that resides in a dilapidated house on the property that was cursed by some Indian natives back in the day. The Chooper, apparently, is a monster that hangs out in the shit-shack and kills anyone who dares enter. And, from the looks of it, the Chooper is legit, though it looks more like a retard in a spandex bodysuit and mache mask with a toy sword when a hippie chick decides to the spend the night alone in the house. Of course, she's killed, and the ranch hand disposes of her body.
This is really the best scene we get involving the Chooper - although there are a few others (the sheriff death was pretty funny) - as the bulk of this movie is repetitive voice-over of the main actress talking about how annoyed she is at a local douche who keeps pestering her about wanting to buy her ranch (this comes up SO fucking much that is becomes almost annoyingly comical) and rodeo footage. Apparently, this movie fell short of the desired run-time needed to constitute a "feature", so the director went back and filmed ten extra minutes of bucking broncos, cattle-roping and pointless rodeo shit to pad it out and - believe me - this shit gets DULL. I mean, how hard would it have been to film a couple more "Chooper" scenes where some dumbasses get sword-hacked in the blood shack? Doesn't seem like it would've cost a fortune to do this. Either way, I kinda dug this one. I know, it's boring and schlocky, but there's a weird... charm to it. Most may not feel this way, but if you're into obscure 70s oddities then... maybe "Blood Shack".
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