Sometimes movies are purposefully, and perfectly, bad. For example, Black Dynamite and/or Deep Blue Sea and/or Mr. Freedom, which I've never seen but which The Stranger's calendar film editor assures me is wretched, but in kind of a good way. And then there are movies that are so terrible you can't tell if they are the work of a genius or just a waste of film. Godmonster of Indian Flats, a part horror, part Western monstrosity created in 1973 by Fredric Hobbs, is somewhere between the two: bad, but not so bad that you can't still enjoy it.
In this film, a mutant sheep (at least I think it's a sheep; it sort of looks like Cookie Monster gone to seed) terrorizes a small Idaho town after its mother is exposed to chemicals leaking from a local mine. A police chief and a scientist join forces to save the town from this creature (and save the creature from the town) and a series of fantastic, surreal, and campy as fuck events ensue. At heart, this movie is an environmental treatise. In practice, it's like Disney meets a petting zoo meets drugs. Strong ones, which I recommend you consume plenty of before checking it out. A little acid and it might actually make sense.
