Carolyn travels to the barren windswept desert to start a new life. Little does she know the Chooper, the vengeful Native American spirit is lurking about killing off the day players.
Definitely Ray Dennis Steckler’s most subdued film. Gone is the wild manic energy of Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopping Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies (I love that title) or Rat Pfink a Boo-Boo and he hadn’t gotten to his cinema verite of sleaze like The Hollywood Strangler Meets the Skid Row Slasher. This is Steckler’s melancholy desert period. The movie has a languid dreamy pace, it is slow, punctuated by tastes of Stecker’s wild energy in the Chooper attacks, where a man in body stocking chases day players mostly outside the titular Blood Shack, where the need for studio lighting isn’t necessary, with a saber before killing them. All the characters are sunbaked weirdos giving the movie an surreal quality. Two things that are actually good in the movie are the cinematography, it really is bleak and the music especially if you like rockabilly, from Ray Haddock, who also acts in the movie. But the true star of this film is the rodeo which pads out the film’s meager runtime. It really should be called The Chooper Goes to the Rodeo. This is not Steckler’s best movie, it has tastes of his brand of wild crazy fun from his earlier films but so much is devoted to languid voice-overs while his leading lady slash ex-wife, must have been slightly odd, Carolyn Brandt just wanders the bleak desert landscape like an for a desert brand feminine hygiene product the movie never gets out of first gear when what you really want is more Chooper action with him doing his interpretive dancer murders.