This is based on a pretty alright Stephen King story, but even at his best Stephen King has this bad habit of trotting out these dumb catchphrases that keep popping up over and over. In this case the catchphrase is "Fun is fun and done is done." We don't hear this enough times during the movie for it to be a drinking game, but trust me, it's still too many.

So, it's the 1960s and this kid has tickets to John Lennon and the Yoko Ono Band, but then his mother has a stroke so he has to go visit her in the hospital instead. Talk about a lucky break. He has to hitch there though, and along the way he sees all sorts of horrible things: hippies, ghosts, rednecks... Not to mention tons of filler* and several lame cheats where something horrible and/or gory happens but then it turns out that it was just his imagination. That's great. I can use my imagination too. Like right now I'm imagining what it would be like to watch a more exciting movie, so maybe you'd better pick up the fucking pace, Riding the Bullet. We finally get to the meat in this undercooked sandwich when the main guy is picked up by some rockabilly rules okay dude who turns out to be Death's no-good step-brother or something. Death's no-good rockabilly step-brother tells the main guy that he gets to make the call: either he dies, or his mom does. I suppose that would be a fairly tough choice for most people, making this some pretty heavy shit, so naturally instead of exploring like the implications and whatnot they translate the whole thing into a goofy-ass horror movie chase through an empty amusement park.

And some people wonder why no one takes horror movies seriously.