Peter Spelson is Rocky Fosco, a Chicago city barber with a big quiff, sideburns and a pimp moustache. He drives around drunk listening to crap country music and fixes his hair a lot. Real life Insurance salesman Spelson wrote and produced this very bad, no budget supernatural psychic killer flick with his pal Jack M. Sell (the guy responsible for the music, editing and direction).
Obviously made fer a coupla’ bucks (most of which seems to have gone on petrol), our hairy barber is soon blacking out and dreaming he’s in a flying car surrounded by smoke and disco lights. He tells his doctor (in a sequence that flashes back to the previous two minutes) and fixes his hair some more till the headaches go out of control and he drives around and fixes his hair. Then a farmer has a flashback and Rocky kills him by using his newly aquired Psychotronic powers (which involves him fixing his hair while staring intently). Duuuuh.
It’s rubbish, but quite hilarious rubbish and the type of loose brained killer ESP horror trash that won’t quit getting crapper/better/more genius with each passing frame making it far more than a cut-price and ahead of it’s time Scanners (80). It’s genius I tells ya’. Chicago city-soaked, slow-ass cheeze with shit-kickin’ tunes, a little blood, great disco dancing and the worlds slowest, dullest, longest car / foot chase! The title may be cooler than the content, but there’s few that could define it so well. Watch it twice!