Ok...so...there is "bad, just bad", and THEN there is "so bad, it's great!".
And then? There is "Champagne And Bullets".
So much has already been-said regarding this "thing" (under ANY of its titles. "Geteven" or "Road To Revenge" or "C and B" as it stands here. My guess? DeHart will wait ANOTHER 10 years, and re-release/re-cut the re-cut of a re-cut...again (forgetting that age-progression occurs in humans) and maybe call the 4th incarnation: "How I Made Out With a Playboy Centerfold, GotAway With It, on My Road To Revenge, With Wings Hauser and a Wooden Indian".
The film is a NEIL BREEN-style masterwork.
So inept (I mean..."The Shimmy Slide" MUST be on everyone's Playlist in your car. Pamela Bryant collecting a check that HAD to be more than Hugh Hefner offered. And Wings. Oh, Wings Hauser! Who turns in the performance of a LIFETIME. Like the crazy drunk sister you have (or I have) that you DON'T want to invite over for Thanksgiving Dinner...but kinda-gotta. Just for the ability to laugh at the idiocy on display.
No. I won't waste your time with "plot" (who truly cares?) as there really isn't one.
No. I won't waste your time with "auteur-editing" in its infancy. (There isn't any).
No. I won't explain the "great soundtrack". (Because this tripe makes ANYTHING done by Neil Young...even at his worst (which is hard for him to be)...sound like Whitney Houston).
THIS FILM? Simply is one you HAVE to see to believe.
To believe in 2 things: HOW IN THE WORLD did John DeHart get both Pamela Bryant and Wings Hauser to be in it? AND with William Smith (another great character actor) to show up (incoherently, I might add) as well.
To simply GET(EVEN) this "thing" made? Is a testament to itself. And something (especially for "bad movie lovers") to behold and give mad props to.
Irwin Allen made BAAAAAAD movies (See: "The Swarm" or "When Time Ran Out...") Yet Irwin always had a massive budget and could rake in the stars with a phone call.
Neil Breen makes (still does) BAAAAAD movies. He does it on NO budget (which is readily-evident) and can't even hire a "known stripper from Las Vegas Blvd" to appear in his mush.
Coleman Francis made BAAAAAAD movies. (But his were MST3K fodder).
Yet JOHN DeHART...The Man, the Myth, The Legend, himself...made such a ridiculous spectacle here that it simply MUST BE SEEN, to be believed.
I give it...TEN STARS **********
