Plot: In a small “Wild West” tourist town, a black man seeks some property, but old racist Mayor Charles Silverdale (Stuart Lancaster) has no intentions of letting that happen. He plans to round up his buddies for a good old fashioned lynch mob, but little does he know what horror lurks just a short ways from his town. After some vapors poured out of an ancient mine, a very unusual chain of events kicked into motion. As the vapors penetrated all the space they could, a massive embryo was somehow born and discovered. Of course, it is rushed to the laboratory of the local mad doctor and while there, it turns into an eight foot mutant sheep. This sheep isn’t just big either, as it wants blood and destruction, without a doubt. Soon enough, the creature escapes from the doctor’s clutches and begins a reign of terror like no other. This behemoth attacks innocent teens, gets freaky with a hippie babe, and even demolishes personal property in the process. Can this beast be stopped, explained, or even somewhat understood by the anyone or anything?

Entertainment Value: In the world of terrible, hilarious b movies, it is tough to beat a giant, poorly crafted mutant sheep monster and on that basis, Godmonster of Indian Flats is a true masterpiece. As if a toxic mutant sheep beast isn’t enough, how about some cowboys, cheap wild west production values, and of course, a racist mayor who oversees the hippie infested ghost town. The narrative tends to focus on the mayor’s thread, which is a shame, as we just want to see the sheep creature on the loose, since it is beyond a beautiful sight to behold. But while some bemoan the emphasis on the humans, the script is so abysmal and the performances so terrible, it winds up being outlandish and by turn, quite a fun ride. Then when the sheep monster arrives to flex, it just ramps up the good times and while those scenes are the film’s highlight, the b movie laughs are consistent, sheep beast or no. At the same time, I can see why some viewers would be confused or bored to death here, as Godmonster of Indian Flats is an odd duck that takes a certain acquired taste in cinema. But for those who appreciate off the wall movies and unforgettable, mind melting experiences, this hulking sheep beast more than deserves a place in the collection.

No nakedness. The movie has some violent, but the effects are obviously super cheap and more hilarious than graphic or blood soaked. A little red stuff crops up of course, but this is minimal and again, more silly than horrific. But you have to admire the creature effects used to bring the sheep beast to life, as it looks like someone shit out a mass of nasty, used cotton balls. I love the way the monster looks, it is so outlandish, you just have to respect the b movie craftsmanship. The dialogue is awful and hilarious, with a lot of wild, ridiculous lines and the racist mayor is a goldmine of horrible, laughable moments. As for craziness, the movie hinges on the mayor faking the death of his beloved dog, complete with a funeral, so there’s that. Not to mention, you know, the giant mutant sheep that goes on a total rampage, except that the poor creature is actually quite the gentleman. When you add in ludicrous dialogue, ultra cheap production values, and a wonderful cowboys vs. toxic sheep monster narrative twist, yeah this one earns some solid craziness points.

Nudity: 0/10

Blood: 1/10

Dialogue: 5/10

Overall Insanity: 7/10

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