Two couples – Mike (Jerry Albert) and Jeri (Celea Ann Cole) along with Daniel (Kenny Miller) and Kim (Toni Crabtree) – decide to stay for a few days at the hunting lodge that Mike inherited from his father. It’s the 1970s and the Deep South, so things get bad. How bad? Bigfoot bad.

Well, maybe.

With a score by an uncredited member of Blood, Sweat & Tears, this proto-slasher starts off so sweet that you may think about not watching it. Stay with it. There’s something here.

Director and writer Robert W. Morgan creates a movie that has slasher tropes before they existed, like the warnings in town — “Bloodstalkers. That’s bloodstalker country now. Nobody been out that way for five, maybe ten years.” — as well as bears that give six heart attacks, a dark figure watching the cabin from outside, couples walking in on couples making love — come on, they were totally there to swing — plus a hero who was in the shit back in Vietnam, a furry arm just tearing through the wall, a small dog being killed by friendly fire — Cubby was enraged — and most of the cast killed horribly, leading to the lone survivor doing the same to everyone else.

It’s so much better than you expect. Like I said, stay with it and get ready.