Whiskey Mountain

"Whiskey Mountain" is an entertaining "Deliverance" clone about four motorcyclists terrorized by a group of marijuana growing hicks.The old laughing man is a funny character.Sadly deceased John Davis Chandler plays the leader of pot growing farmers."Whiskey Mountain" is a pretty tame exploitation flick with no nudity and some gritty violence.The cast is exceptionally good with 70's exploitation veterans like Roberta Collins and Christopher George of "Pieces" fame.The banjo soundtrack is cool with fantastic main country song Whiskey Mountain.I like horror movies made by sadly underrated William Grefe and I can't wait to see "They Came From the Swamp:The Films Of William Grefe" documentary.Can't wait for possible DVD release of "The Devil's Sisters" too.7 out of 10.

I saw this for the first time recently. This one is indeed an obscure exploitation film but a very tame one without the violence. The film has absolutely no tension or suspense n it has a waterfall bathing sequence without any nudity.

Four bikers travel into the rural mountains to search the region for a number of antique Civil War rifles which are believed to be concealed in a cave on Whiskey Mountain. While stopping at a general store nestled in the mountains, the group are harassed by a group of backwoods locals and later while camping, they are stalked and terrorized by the same fellas.

The makers of this film was so obsessed with Deliverance that they included the banjo music almost throughout the film.

The final shootout showdown is a big joke. The lead actor gets injured twice but manages to shoot down an entire gang without taking cover and somehow his shots kills the villains even if the bullet doesnt touch em.

I liked the babe Roberta Collins who reminded me of Charlize Theron. I loved the bike jump sequence.

Why the character Rudy comes back suddenly after running away during the final shootout is beyond me.

The old man's beard n his laughter will eventually get on ur nerves.

The film cud have been a good survival thriller but alas. Generous with a 6 cos of the bike jump, some good serene locations n a cool poster.

This movie was not released.... it ESCAPED!!!!!! I actually got brain damage watching this. It is hard to believe people got paid for acting (oops, too strong a word)"being" in this! At least I presume they got paid. How could it have made any money???

Two dirt bike enthusiasts and their wives go on a vacation in the wilds of North Carolina. Part of their purpose is to search out a cache of antique guns once stored by a great-grandfather in the title location (which some locals say doesn't exist). Wouldn't you know it: the foursome anger some local criminals with their mere presence, and the bad guys do everything possible to scare them off. Things come to a head for a reasonably exciting, reasonably violent conclusion.

With the ever-engaging Christopher George ("Grizzly") on hand as the lead, this promises to deliver some fun, and it does. The brainchild of Florida-based drive-in legend William Grefe, its plot elements (dirt biking, the Civil War) were some of the filmmakers' real-life personal interests. He perfectly captures the beauty of the settings, even filming in Panavision in order to get that extra wide screen. With echoes of "Deliverance", "Whiskey Mountain" is entertaining, although some viewers may feel that it simply isn't exploitative enough. As it is, there is precious little skin shown, and the violence is never very gory.

Led by the always reliable character actor John Davis Chandler (a Grefe regular), the bad guys are a sometimes comical and frequently stereotypical bunch of backwoods boors who are at least slimy enough to have the viewer enjoying their demises. That's exploitation legend William Kerwin, recognizable for his appearances in films by both Grefe and Herschell Gordon Lewis, as the character Homer. Preston Pierce ("Girls for Rent") is the amiable Dan, 70s cult movie starlet Roberta Collins ("Death Race 2000") is the sullen Diana, and Linda Borgeson (in her only feature film appearance) is the comely Jamie. Incidentally, it's interesting to note that Borgeson somewhat resembles Georges' real-life wife Lynda Day George. Robert Leslie ("The Intruder") is a hoot as a senile old man.

Overall, "Whiskey Mountain" is rather mild as far as this kind of entertainment goes, but it's impossible to dislike; as crude as it can be, it *does* show its audience a fairly good time, with a flavourful score by The Charlie Daniels Band serving as appropriate accompaniment.

Seven out of 10.

Yi-haaaa, now where did I put my banjo? It has been ages since I watched a good old-fashioned 70's hillbilly-hicks exploitation thriller that shamelessly imitates the plot & success aspects of "Deliverance"! Sadly, however, the obscure "Whiskey Mountain" nearly didn't meet my – admittedly too high – expectations. I don't understand what went wrong, because all the omens indicated that this movie would be right up my alley. I love cheap and trashy drive-in cinema from the seventies, I absolutely love the cool horror protagonist Christopher George ("Pieces", "City of the Living Dead", "Grizzly"…) and I even have a fond but inexplicable weakness for the previous work of the reputedly incompetent director William Grefé. Yes, I confess… I'm a really big fan of "Stanley" and "Impulse" and I also tremendously enjoyed notorious stinkers such as "Mako: the Jaws of Death" and "Sting of Death". Then what exactly is the problem with "Whiskey Mountain"? Well, quite frankly, this film is incredibly boring and approximately half of the running time consists of pointless footage of the four lead characters driving through remote backwoods areas on their motorcycles with guiding evergreen music playing in the background. The foursome, two couples, is heading towards Whiskey Mountain in search of family treasures, but they encounter a bunch of unfriendly and marijuana- addicted rednecks on their paths. Nothing of interest happens during the first full hour of the film and I really had to fight sleep several times (sleep often won) in order to reach the climax. The tone and ambiance of the film aren't nearly as gritty and unsettling as they should be and even the excessive use of banjo music gets pretty dire after a while. Christopher George, cult wench Roberta Collins ("Death Race 2000", "Eaten Alive") and the rest of the cast deliver decent enough performances, but the script simply is too weak. But the main shortcoming definitely was that I was watching a crummy old VHS tape with terrible picture quality and nearly inaudible sound. Perhaps if "Whiskey Mountain" ever finds its way to DVD, complete with restored picture quality and remastered soundtrack, I'll give it another chance.