Cashing out with a genre flick? Why not?
|Franco Zeffirelli never made her do this crap.|
Our prisoners, along with another named Dodge, are set loose for their one day as rabbits. Along with the hunting party there's some professional-wrestling caliber prison guards and an honest-to-goodness fanged circus freak. The last makes for a very weird touch to this sleazy pile of class-warfare exploitation worthy of Jess Franco (this fits nicely in-between Le Comtesse Perverse and its re-imagining, Tender Flesh). The hunt starts at the halfway point, with each member of the party assigned their own target. The chase makes use of some gorgeous forest, river, and mountain scenery. While the yellow jumpsuits may not be flattering, the natural surroundings make up for it. Along with the landscape, there's some restraint for all the exploitation here. There's nudity and gore here, but less than you'd anticipate. What there is plays out with a bit of discretion. This would be easy to edit for TV without diluting the tone. Believe it or not, that's a testament to the craftsmanship of accomplished director Brian Trenchard-Smith. He also puts the audience in a mood generous enough to indulge the circus freak and precious effects like someone hiding their hands up their sleeves because they've been "cut off."
|Not Bette Davis Eyes|
Toe torture, jungle booby-traps, murder by gasoline, exploding arrows; there's creativity amid the trashiness here. But that's to be expected. It takes thinking outside the box to sleaze up an old chestnut like "The Most Dangerous Game" with this much trash panache. Things even wrap up with more lovely violence and explosions than an audience has a right too. In Turkey Shoot, Seventies Sleaze meets Eighties Sleaze in a high-gloss, mean-spirited, yet oddly polite, classic... with absolutely no redeeming values beyond entertainment.
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Freedom is Obedience
Obedience is Work
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