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Booby Trap/The Takers (1973)
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Explosive Double Feature
Cheerfully insane ex-Marine Jack Brannon hates teenage "freaks and nuts" so much that he steals 40 land mines and turns the desert site of a soon-to-be-held rock festival into one big Booby Trap. Headquartered in a stolen motor home, the cackling loon (played waaaay over the top by Carl Monson, director of Please Don't Eat My Mother) also blows up a hitchhiking hippie chick just for the fun of it. But what jovial Jack doesn't realize is that his anti-social activities have triggered a chain reaction that stretches all the way from the military to a Sunset Strip topless bar, so that the site of his intended massacre is suddenly besieged by his cocktail waitress ex-wife, her shot-in-the-shoulder boyfriend, two out-for-blood mobsters, and a big sissy with stolen money. Ka-Boooom!
Plus: After a breakfast of LSD and hitchhikers, The Takers-two berserk bikers-decide to go upscale when they spot suburban housewife Laura and bachelorette Barbie, follow them to Laura's home, and invite themselves in: "We're gonna have us a party with some educated social-type broads!" And party they do until Laura's hubbie (director Carl Monson again!) unexpectedly shows up to settle things with some shotgun vengeance and...well, one of the goofiest, most startling endings of any motion picture.
Yipes! Two demented drive-in delights from the vaults of Harry Novak, both Booby Trap and The Takers are best summed up by the lovely Miss Barbie: "Listen, honey, these two are freak-outs!"
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