This seems like the ultimate Something Weird movie: low budget, mostly poorly done, with scenes ranging from the stylish and exciting to the bizarre to bad then dull. It's lo-fi mania, a Southern nightmare like Texas Chainsaw Massacre, just much less terrifying and oddly charming.
What stood out the most was the masked yet nude blonde killer and her knifed kills. Lots of cuts and fast editing of bodies standing as if still in each shot yet wavering in space-time, the mildly curled locks of the murderer swaying with the wind as death covers the dark beach. These were genuinely artful and stunning moments—a stark contrast to everything else.
Weird, sub-skilled acting has an appeal to me, so I could handle this abnormal cinematic trip. The catchy bongos and somber surf guitar—the kind of thing Tarantino helped repopularize—add a catchy quality to outlandish story. It's so perfectly cult, but I'm not likely to be a devotee.