Alexander_Keith

It must be...I caught the better part of the flick just a couple of moments ago on the Drive-In network and it wasn't very coherent; but neither am I after enjoying a few Keith's after a hard week's work @ 4 in the morning. It was just a kaleidoscope of flesh, moonshine and hillbilly fiddling and had me laughing more often than not. Taken in as the 2nd bill of a midnight movie (deciding if I'm going to stay up for The Pigkeeper's Daughter that has just started or go to bed) it's was worth catching. Even if I fall asleep on the couch after I finish typing the satisfactory amount of lines for this IMDb entry I'm sure it will be of memories of thirsty hill folk loving that sweet mountain dew and dancing until they're hungry.

While watching Deadbeat @ Dawn I was having a pretty difficult time trying to put a finger on what my feelings were about this film until Keith from the Ravens (I think that's who it was) took a swig of Jack Daniels and chased it w/ a mouth full of Bush beer. I laughed gagging (not the first and definitely not the last time while watching) because that was exactly the taste that this movie was leaving in my mouth : bitter/sour and cheap but a pretty wicked buzz after awhile. Producer/writer/director/actor/editor/stunt choreographer/ special makeup effects artist Jim Van Bebber pulls off some fairly excessive stylized screen violence w/ a minuscule budget but the weakly scripted directionless performances stretches it thin. It's amateur shines through in many scenes containing dialogue and lose editing (especially in the first half) throwing off the pacing; making a fairly short film seem long in the tooth. In the end it feels like Troma w/out any zaniness…Well a little zaniness. Ninja stars and golf club beatings are pretty zany.