Director Ruggero Deodato's BODY COUNT opens with a reference to an old legend about a shaman and a house built on an "Indian burial ground", deep in the woods. Soon enough, someone or something is butchering young people in the area.
Fast forward 15 years, and several more, wildly annoying young people head straight for the same spot, while insanely terrible theme music warbles. Enter David Hess as Robert Ritchie, the world's most intense, stressed-out man. No, really, he seems as though he could blast off at any moment! He's busy setting traps for the shaman (aka: someone in a $2 rubber mask), and glaring a lot.
Shockingly, the new bunch of young people start screaming and dying horrible deaths faster than you can yell, "Shut her up!". This movie's biggest mystery is why on earth these young idiots keep wandering into the same deserted structure. Especially since it resembles a truck stop toilet in hell.
The plot is thinner than a communion wafer, simply setting up one murder after another for no apparent reason.
WE ALSO GET: An atmosphere of overall absurdity, fake southern accents, a woman whose humongous blonde hair is a character unto itself, and Sid (Andrew Lederer), a man so irritating as to incite viewers to leap at the screen, trying to get to him before the killer does!
On the up side, there's some obligatory female nudity.
WARNING: Sid gets naked as well, going the full Monty. No, there is no god!
Deodato has certainly seen better days, and co-stars Mimsy Farmer and Charles Napier have nearly nothing to do in their roles. After watching this, the only question is: Why was this made?
P.S.- No one, and I mean no one, gives the skunk eye better than David Hess!...
