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Chicagoland-shot oddity follows the exploits of a barber named Rocky as his latent “psychotronic” powers begin to take over his life... forcing him to murder folks with his mind. Lt. O’Brien looks into things while Rocky’s doctor begins to suspect his patient is getting into no good. Barber chairs act a fool, cars float, coffee spills, pots explode and poor schmucks are psychically thrown around like a Vaseline-covered banana at a chimpanzee party. The soundtrack seems to be comprised of a sole police siren, some keyboard abuse, lazy guitar strumming and the best bit of instrumental chase music ever featured in a Chicago-shot film about a telekinetic barber. Every location looks vaguely familiar to my midwestern ass and every actor was most likely a friend and neighbor of the filmmakers. That’s no issue here; it makes everything come off as a fugue-like bit of backyard insanity and is presented as the natural order as opposed to being forced like most films that wish they could be this homegrown yet bizarre. Jack M. Sell gifted the world one hell of a slice of local lunacy that is undeniably bland but a treat for folks who dig this kind of trash.
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