Jon Ursenbach’s review published on Letterboxd:
Most all movies I buy I buy completely blind. No trailers, no synopsis. Usually it's either from Letterboxd recs, boutique labels, or batshit art. This is one of those, and rarely do any of them slap as goddamn hard.
The last film that hit all points of my personal canon was Andy Sidaris' Seven (from the same year, no less!). Mr. No Legs rolls up in a wheelchair with double shotguns on the side and blows it's ass away. It then proceeds to have a 20 minute car chase through rural Tampa, Florida before crashing into a pile of ice.
If you like shit like Blood Debts or Action USA, you'll love this.
1979 was a good year for exploitation.