Ian West’s review published on Letterboxd:
Low budge regional Florida proto-slasher jam reminded me of the Bava film I recently revisited, Five Dolls for an August Moon, but flatlining in the bland territory as far as Agatha Christie horror riffs—it’s ok, the music is weird but kinda cool and the big names in the cast entering the twilight of their careers bite the dust quickly, but even if this lacks pizazz, that poster is a certified banger of the highest order.
I was regretting a blind buy of this but I started to meld into this movies wavelength and ended up landing in the ‘its Ok’ camp.