Starring Franc Luz, Catherine Hickland, Jimmie F. Skaggs, Penelope Windust, Bruce Glover, Zitto Kazann, Blake Conway, Laura Schaefer, Michael Alldredge, Ken Kolb, Will Hannah
Directed by Richard Governor
Expectations: High, I love a good genre-bending western.
On the general scale:
On the B-Movie scale:
A woman drives her fire-engine red Mercedes down a desert dirt road. Her car breaks down, as the sound of chasing horses envelop her and crows look on with hungry eyes. She is alone in this forsaken world, stuck with a long walk ahead of her to the nearest civilization. A dust cloud picks up and ominously moves towards her. She screams and the last thing we see is the woman dragged against her will away from the car, her hands grasping and clawing for purchase but finding nothing but wind-blown sand.
YEAH! That’s how you start a movie! Mysterious, interesting and exciting, the opening of Ghost Town sets up the rest of the film perfectly. Soon after, we meet out hero Langley (Franc Luz), a sheriff’s deputy doing some mean target practice complete with slow-motion shots of target piggy-banks and beer bottles exploding. He soon finds himself hot on the trail of the horseman who kidnapped the girl, and after walking most of the day through the desert, he arrives at a ghost town. Just outside the town he finds the tombstone of the sheriff. When he kneels down to investigate it, two skeletal arms shoot out to grab him and the zombie sheriff warns him of the danger he’s about to get himself into. It is here that many will find themselves reaching for the stop button, but for those that just shouted, “Fuck yeah!”, please continue along with me.