Review – Death Valley: The Revenge of Bloody Bill

Members of a high school debate team (and honestly, these actors are high school kids like the cast of Grease was) are waylaid by a carjacker and end up in a ghost town full of flesh-eating zombies led by the evil reanimated corpse of a Confederate raider. I don’t know what’s more frightening, the vengeful spirit of a 19th century criminal who thinks black people should be slaves or a 21st century film-maker who portrays the only black male character as a criminal. Further assaults on the audience include the script, the acting (honestly, is it that hard to play a zombie?), and the editing. But my personal favorite was the contrivance that the town itself is literally a “twilight zone” permanently locked just at sunset, allowing the director to use an obnoxious orange filter on almost every shot in the picture. At least that saved him from worrying about lighting continuity. See if desperate