This is one of those terrible old low-budget horror pictures from the 60s, the kind that actually stops the action at one point long enough to insert a highly contrived go-go number. Our tale focuses loosely on an ancient Native American mummy that comes back from the dead – and not in the best of moods – when disturbed by artifact hunters, teenagers, and artifact-hunting teenagers. Ol’ Chief Tartu can change himself into a variety of Everglades swamp denizens, using his shape-shifting prowess to make the red paint liberally flow. Despite all better judgment, I have a soft place in my heart (or maybe my head) for this stinker. Mildly amusing
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