Cuckoo Birds is crafted with such resolute and passionate incompetence I couldn't help but immediately fall under its charm.
Writer-producer-director Bert Williams stars as Liquor Control agent Johnson, who was clearly meant to ooze with Bond-esque magnetism - making every enigmatic glance and clenched fist all the more hilarious.
While running for his life from a group of disgruntled moonshiners, he comes across Cuckoo Bird Inn. There lives a trio of unsettling characters whose oddness, as it turns out, stems from the actors' performances rather than the actual script (although fucking wacky).
Meanwhile, a nude killer's on the loose. And so is the bongo drum soundtrack. The whole thing plays out like a fever dream.
The framing, editing, sound mixing…