LouHomey From my favorite movies..

Livestonth I am only giving this movie a 1 for the great cast, though I can't imagine what any of them were thinking. This movie was horrible

Fairaher The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

mraculeated The biggest problem with this movie is it’s a little better than you think it might be, which somehow makes it worse. As in, it takes itself a bit too seriously, which makes most of the movie feel kind of dull.

azathothpwiggins CURSE OF THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN opens w/ mindless narration, while various hippies drive, dance around, and eat pizza. All while murmuring. A random fight breaks out. Said hippies "split" to a ranch, and they "dig it". More pointless narration blathers on, like a vocal skewering of our ear-holes! Cowboys appear, their guns contrasted against the hippies' guitars. The narrator is the voice of doom. Milling around ensues, accompanied by some Joan Baez / Joni Mitchell super-hybrid. Dear god! Improvisational "theater" takes place! The hep cats love it! After all, it's drug-related. Meanwhile, the cameraman decides to film something else in another movie somewhere. All the hippies chatter at once. Solomon, the caretaker (B.G. Fischer), looking as though he's swallowing his own face, tells the tale of the legend of the something or other. As near as can be discerned, someone was killed and revenge shall come! Or, something like that. The narrator cackles, and the curse begins! Apparently, the hipsters will perform for any unfortunate tourists happening by. Solomon disapproves, in his velvet vest. Near tragedy almost, sort of happens. Almost. Solomon gets crabbier and more puckered, like he's chewing on a turpentine-soaked lemon. Alas, he's the most interesting character in this cinematic donkey log! That is, unless a Victor Buono look-alike, sporting astonishing lamb chop sideburns sounds intriguing. A harmonica plays a dirge. Time passes. Eons come and go as mountains crumble into the sea. As we watch, our skulls cave in, and our souls shrivel and die. The title equestrian arrives at last, rubber head in hand! Uneventful death results. The narrator spouts more claptrap. Demons on acid play synthesizer-kazoos, while a hippie chick twirls to her demise. Solomon glares, judging the hippies for involving him in this film. The "shock" finale reminds us that we're watching a movie of some sort. Chickens peck at piano keys. A bell tolls. THE END. Most sub-sludge films don't cause this much agony! There should be a special commendation, like a silver doggy-do cluster medal, for anyone who survives to the end! I endured so that others may not have to. Where's my medal?!...

Michael J Salmestrelli (vonnoosh) For my money, this is the worst movie ever made. I've seen Creeping Terror, Manos, Monster A GoGo, the Coleman Francis Trilogy and most of Ray Dennis Steckler's films (including some of his soft core flicks). I STILL think the Curse of the Headless Horseman is the worst movie ever made.For one thing, the dialogue is hard to hear. I do hear the narration which would be moderately evocative in a different setting (also if the voice didn't sound like it was on the Monster Mash song), but the dialogue is what's supposed to be advancing any kind of plot and from what I do hear, it does not. The picture quality is bad and while I admit to have seen a poor cheap transfer of the movie, there is no way this film would benefit from having a clean print. If anything, lousy picture quality almost helps give this movie a creepy horror feel which it fails to deliver on its own.What makes this movie on par with your average Coleman Francis movie is the script. The narration opens with an explanation of the ranch and hints at the fact that something horrible happened to the owner (only clothes identified him, closed casket). The movie leaves it at that and it ties the potential murder to no one.Another problem with the script is that there are no likable characters. NONE. I found myself rooting for the creepy old caretaker, Solomon. As the story develops...I mean as the movie continues, only three characters develop any kind of personality so it isn't hard to guess who is going to prove to be the villain. That ruins the suspense when it comes time for the big reveal in the end. Everyone else in the movie (I guess you can call it an ensemble cast) is just there on the screen. No time is spent to develop their characters and not hearing the dialog well ruins the feeble attempts to develop who they are and why they are on screen. In the end, these characters are faceless. The first death in the story happens to a woman getting hit by a truck. You don't know who she is. You don't know her significance. You don't even know if she is a part of this little hippie commune group. We are stuck assuming this is true and I guess the audience is supposed to find her death significant because the characters act like it for one scene right after it happens (they don't later).One of the characters that does develop a personality on screen is a guy named John who is introduced to the audience as a hothead at a party and later in what looks to be a brutal rape scene that happens with some of the I guess good characters are sitting back and enjoying to watch it. The relationship between John and this woman isn't established by that time in the movie and you're left thinking that apparently she wanted to be ravaged by this creep because she ends up walking around with him later. None of their back stories are explained. These are scenes of unintentional horror because the ugly rape scene wasn't meant to come across that way. The other characters that develop a personality are Mark and Solomon. Three characters have a face surrounded by faceless hippies. This is fine and dandy except when characters are being killed off, you don't care because they're nondescript. You know absolutely nothing about them. Two of the victims have no lines in the movie, NONE.There's some irrelevant scenes of people walking around on film. A chubby man is hanging around with an older woman. The 'star' is someone who isn't an actress named Ultra Violet. She has a lousy scene where she shows interest in buying the property but is scared off when she sees the caretaker. There's a bad hippy comedy scene and one song performed by a country singer I never heard of. These scenes tell nothing in terms of story and they say nothing about the character's themselves. Is that possible? Normally, no but it does happen here.People toward the end are killed while ARMED men out to stop the violence sit back and let it happen. This happens twice. After the murder, death and mayhem, the other characters engage in leisurely conversation, joking with each other as though they didn't care. They also seem to enjoy hanging around the ranch after all this happens.The only time the nameless ensemble cast of characters care about what happens is at the end for the big reveal. With only one developed character left, you can guess how big the reveal is. Also the menace of this ultimate villain is undercut by his excellent Don Knotts impersonation (see The Shakiest Gun in the West for reference) during his kill crazy rampage (he steals the gun off another guy but just happens to have a pocket full of bullets that fit so that he can reload) I'm willing to excuse poor fight choreography and bad special effects because this is about as low budget as it gets. I am even willing to ignore the fact that this is clearly not set on a ranch; it clearly was never a town which became a 'ghost town', but is what it looks like, an amusement park.What I can't excuse is the script and this cast which is filled with loathsomeness. The movie is a collection of stupid plot twists, clunkers for actors and pointless attempts at character devlopment. I enjoyed the song in the closing credits, the way the over the top caretaker character named Solomon (not sure if he dies or not; you get a feeling that what happened to him isn't taken very seriously by anyone; not sure if Solomon tries to save the second victim or not because the narration says "He tried to save her" without identifying who "He" is. The camera is on Solomon during this so I assume it's him? Is Solomon the nearest thing this dog of a film comes to a hero?) and the repeated line "IT WILL BEGIN AGAIN." I imagine if the Manson family made a movie, it would be exactly like this.

Joseph Brando As a film, this is truly an awful awful attempt. It's one of those "do it yourself" horror flicks that were so plentiful in the days of the drive-in and then repeated ad nauseum in the 70's on TV as "Creature Features". However this is quite a curio for those who find any of it's themes particularly interesting. The whole movie takes place at a closed-down "wild west" tourist attraction which once speckled our American highways in great numbers, but now only a few remain. For that reason alone, this film provides a rare time capsule into the great lost Roadside America! The cast of characters are hippies - tie-dye wearing, acid- dropping hippies. There's some yodeling. And of course the titular Headless Horseman who carries around a pretty realistic looking dead head for a bottom-of- the-barrel production such as this. Bad movie lovers will certainly find much to amuse in this. However, if you are a traditional movie-goer, this inept insanity will certainly try your patience or put you to sleep.

leonardfranks Nonetheless, I find this to be absolutely hilarious. It's got all kinds of great things. The narrator is one of the most incomprehensible that I have ever seen. Half of what he says is more or less incomprehensible, and the other half is usually irrelevant to what's going on. I'm really not sure how we're supposed to be menaced by the bad guy. All he does is go up to people and shake his head at them spattering a little blood on them. Why would anyone bother doing that? To be honest, I think that even Scooby and Shaggy might have the courage to look at this guy for a while. Most of the dialogue is idiotic too, and clearly not written by any of the "right on hepcats" who really "know where it is at". There are definitely a lot of sequences that you will be wishing for an end to. The strange improv comedy routine (I think) from Unfunny and Unfunnier would definitely be an example. The acid trip is a little bizarre too. Also, it's hard to know where to go with a scene that has a rape scene going on with cool folk music in the background. I think we're supposed to be okay with it, but I'm really not. Anyway, this is a pretty hilarious movie. I recommend, if you can deal with the seventy six minutes of pain that it will cause you. Washington Irving need have no fear, though.