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I’ve often pondered just what living a ranch life would do for me. Unfortunately, there was not too many sources to tap into which would let me know how it would work out. Thank god Frederic Hobbs existed because the man behind the essential Alabama’s Ghost also let the world know just how dangerous the supposedly easygoing ranch life could be. Especially when you get your hands on a mutated sheep embryo. Regional vibes hit the viewer across their naive face immediately as money is won at a casino and drinks are shared amongst locals at an old west bar where someone’s pet pup is a patron and the music is always live. Stolen money is supposed to mean something but it doesn’t because it’s not important. The sheep rancher gets a ride home with a professor (an anthropologist) and… uhm… something strange happens. I’m not sure what but I know it involves a bright light, spooked sheep and floating bones. Maybe. The professor returns the next day to check on the young man along with a young lady (his research assistant) in a huge hat, they come across a strange embryo and seem pretty pumped about it. He incubates the thing in his lab and it eventually gets loose to terrorize… as is tradition. Historical society drama and the pioneer town setting creates an atmosphere out of time that doesn’t really make much sense but manages to create something completely charming while being completely unnecessary. Subplots from a universe where old west towns are treated as reality confirm we aren’t anywhere near normality and Alabama himself, Christopher Brooks, is around rocking a cowboy hat and I’m just thankful we have something else he graced with his presence. The idea of normality holds no sway here and not just because there’s a mutant sheep monster running around. No, we get a whole bunch of focus on somebody looking to buy up property, a scheme involving a dog faking its death, a thieving prostitute, scheming locals and loose threads tying everything together. A monster movie gestating within a love letter to a tourist trap and the weirdos that call it home… it shouldn’t work, I’m not sure it does but it definitely cast a spell on me.
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