Godmonster of Indian Flats

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Finn G Nov 14, 2018 There are bad movies. There are puzzling movies, whose purpose and very existence are something of a head scratcher. And then every once in a while, there are movies so terrible, so utterly bizarre that when it's over, you can't help but ask yourself "What in the hell did I just watch?" Godmonster firmly belongs in the latter category. It is possibly the worst, probably the weirdest, and certainly the most incomprehensible western I have ever watched. With a title like Godmonster of Indian Flats, you'd expect one incredibly powerful and terrifying monster. Perhaps some Native Great Spirit given vengeful form. Well in this case you'd be completely wrong. Instead we get one of the worst, most pathetic monsters ever put on screen. Ash at Trailer Club 70 said it best when he described the monster as a lumpy rubber sheep. Grotesque it may be, but threatening, not so much. Calling it a Godmonster is blatant false advertising of the highest order. What's more, it doesn't even break loose or attack anyone until after the one-hour mark. For most of the runtime, its very existence is treated as a subplot. Because at its heart, this movie is really about tension over real estate deals, and the competing imperatives of conservation and development. Or at least that's what the movie seems to want to be about, given the piousness and frequency with which the mayor talks about conservation. To be honest though, I don't think this movie or any of the people in it have any idea what it's about. For instance, if all the main characters live in the area, then what's with the opening scene at a casino in Reno? And how else to explain the funeral for a dog- who's not even dead! Well actually there is an explanation. It's all an excuse to run a black guy out of town- but not because they're racist or anything. Trust me, it won't make any more sense once you've seen it. It's also unclear why the movie just forgets about the original protagonist partway through. And I challenge anyone to make sense of the ending, in which a mob throws boxes and pushes cars down the city trash heap while cowboys chase other people into the desert and the mayor rants and raves like some kind of mad prophet. The question isn't whether the writers were on drugs, it's what drugs were they on? And what made them think the result was in any way filmable? And why did the good people of Virginia City Nevada allow their town to be used as the backdrop for a movie that makes them look like a bunch of backwards idiots with America's most corrupt city government? And how many times can one movie shout the name Barnstable? Tell me if you can, because I just don't know. See more

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