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A Name for Evil

(1973)

FBI agent Bill Maxwell, who looks like a filthy hippie in this movie (nice necklace, fag), moves into this crappy old house that turns out to be haunted. He sees this shadow a couple of times that I guess is supposed to be the ghost,* but mostly all he does is argue with his wife and hang out with his idiot friends who all talk like hipsters with brain damage ("I just think this is a gas of an idea- I mean your coming down here getting in synch with this old place is about as groovy and out of sight as anything I could really ever... just thinking about it blows my mind!" What the fuck?). After a while Bill Maxwell's wife gets fed up with how boring this movie is and won't fuck him anymore, so he does what any guy would do: he rides a ghost horse to a hoedown that turns into a goddamned hippie music video and then an orgy and nails some other broad. The next day he goes skinny-dipping with his new piece, drives home, slaps the wife around, and throws her out a window. The end. There are some flicks even tits can't save and this is one of them. They should have called it "A Name for Stupid".

*A shadow- how fucking weak is that? Jesus Christ, at least throw a white sheet over the catering guy and let him jump around and be the ghost. Ah, who am I kidding? This piece of crap couldn't afford catering.