Southern relatives drink brandy and bicker over the family fortune while the body count rises from axe wounds in this sudsy (and gory) thriller. Features severed limbs, bloody nightgowns, wooden acting, suspect drawls, camera shadows, stagey dialogue, scenery chewing, a convoluted plot-line, several WTF moments, and Agnes Moorehead. After a promising opening sequence, the real action doesn't get started until the 40 minute mark. Recommended if you like stuff that sucks or watching Agnes Moorehead crawling in the grass. I watched a scratchy Grindhouse-style print at bmovies.com and it made me nostalgic for the drive-in for some reason.
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