In another story line, two guys drive to Vegas, steal a purse, stand on the street making lewd remarks about women, steal a wallet, get a pizza, try to rob a hippie, and steal a briefcase. What does this have to do with the serial killer strangler? Nothing. And don't expect it to as the plots don't cross paths until the end of the movie, at which point it abruptly stops. I definitely didn't see this twist coming. It's mind boggling.
In typical Steckler fashion, the film has lots of padding. There is footage of a rodeo, a parade, a party, an air show, burlesque dancing, and men watching the dancing. The weird thing is that the dancer appears to be wearing a swimsuit and her outfits are actually more revealing off stage.
The sound was done in post production so you hear disembodied voices instead of actually seeing people speak. Also the majority of the film has narration to explain what is going on. It's not a good film, but it's so odd that I kind of like it. Then again, I am partial to Steckler's films, even though the quality is questionable. He had his own style and tou definitely know what you're getting into when you see his name.
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