For some reason, I'd never seen this. Don Coscarelli. Horror cult classic. It's lyrical and weird, and very, very '70s. Sex in the cemetery with bare-breasted monster blondes. Scuttling things between the gravestones. Smirky mute psychic grannies. Severed fingers slithering through viscous off-color fluids. This one has it all! It's like an episode of Night Gallery fell in love with a Wes Craven movie and they ran off together attempting to set up house in whatever neighborhood the Partridge Family lived in.

The main character wears skin-tight pocketless jeans and slightly puffy button-down shirt, but redeems himself from utter suburban foppishness by driving a gorgeous '70(?) black Hemi Cuda His little brother does some dirt riding in the cemetery on a pretty little motorcycle whose marque escaped me--some sort of 125 Kawi maybe.