⭐️1/2
A group of bubbly sorority girls take a little vacation to a family cabin, bringing their boy-toys with ‘em. Unfortunately for our busty and lovely heroines, there’s a few wrenches thrown into the weekend that should be filled with fun, sun, sex and booze. One of those is a recently escaped convict hiding out in the area. The other problem (and a much bigger one to boot) is the company of one of the girls’ cabin-owner uncle. Annoying as the presence of an adult may be, worse is the Native American spirit that has possessed old Uncle Ray and the appetite for blood said spirit harbors. Why is Uncle Ray possessed? It’s a fair question, my inquisitive friend, but hardly important when it comes to a boob-filled horror flick but since you asked nicely, I’ll let you in on it. He’s been digging up ancient artifacts no matter how much local woodsman Tex (Uncle Leo himself Len Lesser) has warned against it. Geeky Sarah (she wears sweaters and has glasses… WHAT A NERD!) is tagging along and is obviously set up to be the hero of the thing… at least that would be the case if anyone actually gave a fuck about any of the characters. Uncle Ray turns into a rubbery monster that looks like it got cut from Spookies, Uncle Leo wanders around the property with a shotgun, boobs are in abundance and the manhunt is on. One helpful good samaritan rambles on about fish after coming to the rescue of Sarah and her friend when their car dies and a biker ex-boyfriend shows up. There’s a lot going on but it still feels like not much is happening. Sure there’s boobs and a little blood but there’s no heart. Throw in the acting prowess of sentient lumber for almost everyone involved and ya got a film better left to obscurity.
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