The title immediately grabbed my eye as I spotted it at my beloved Boîte Noire: Blue Sunshine. And what’s not to love about a ’76 movie about balding people going insane and homicidal because of some bad acid they dropped a decade ago while in college? It all promised to be so weird and psychedelic, including the graphic on the box, of one loony-looking bald lady.

Certainly, some of the homicides are strange, especially the opening ones, in which three innocents get beaten up and stuffed into a fireplace, where their corpses cackle like dried-out firewood. But the stretches in between the gruesome murders go on for way too long here (you may find yourself doing more fast-forwarding than during most porn movies). Still, Robert Walden (of Lou Grant fame) has a nice bit here as a doctor, and the movie’s final murder spree, a disco tantrum unleashed by a tormented body guard, is pretty funny. The very final moments, however, look like the filmmakers ran out of money to buy new celluloid and had to wrap things up the cheap and idiotic way.

» Matthew Hays