Bill (Christopher George, taking a vacation from his wife, who is in nearly every movie with him),Jamie, Dan (Preston Pierce, Angels' Wild Women) and Diana (Roberta Collins, Matilda the Hun from Death Race 2000) are on a treasure hunt deep in the Southern backwoods, seeking an inheritance of prices Civil War rifles. Sure, why not?

After thirty minutes of more of travelogue and dirt bike footage, you may wonder, "Has slasher month gone to Sam's head? When are we going to get to the senseless violence?" Patience, slashawan.

The deeper into the South our protagonists find themselves, the less hospitality they get from the locals, but hey, there's plenty of money on the other side of the rainbow on Whiskey Mountain, right? Well, there's also a drug operation that runs everything around, even the cops, all headed up by Rudy (John Davis Chandler, probably the only actor I know that appeared in both Adventures In Babysitter and High Plains Drifter).

This is a movie that has all real marijuana as props and a soundtrack by the Charlie Daniels Band, along with the exact kind of horrors you know await them yankees when they ask too many questions and push too hard. It's also filled with Peckinpah-esque slow motion - most effect with George is double firing shotguns - to go with a brutal scene where we only hear the assault on the girls and see still evidence as it develops on Polaroids. Also - it's 1977 and a technically a motorcycle movie. so that means that it also has a potential downer ending freeze frame.

I tell you what, William Grefé has never let me down.

I saw this for the first time recently. This one is indeed an obscure exploitation film but a very tame one without the violence. The film has absolutely no tension or suspense n it has a waterfall bathing sequence without any nudity.

Four bikers travel into the rural mountains to search the region for a number of antique Civil War rifles which are believed to be concealed in a cave on Whiskey Mountain. While stopping at a general store nestled in the mountains, the group are harassed by a group of backwoods locals and later while camping, they are stalked and terrorized by the same fellas.

The makers of this film was so obsessed with Deliverance that they included the banjo music almost throughout the film.

The final shootout showdown is a big joke. The lead actor gets injured twice but manages to shoot down an entire gang without taking cover and somehow his shots kills the villains even if the bullet doesnt touch em.

I liked the babe Roberta Collins who reminded me of Charlize Theron. I loved the bike jump sequence.

Why the character Rudy comes back suddenly after running away during the final shootout is beyond me.

The old man's beard n his laughter will eventually get on ur nerves.

The film cud have been a good survival thriller but alas. Generous with a 6 cos of the bike jump, some good serene locations n a cool poster.

Yi-haaaa, now where did I put my banjo? It has been ages since I watched a good old-fashioned 70's hillbilly-hicks exploitation thriller that shamelessly imitates the plot & success aspects of "Deliverance"! Sadly, however, the obscure "Whiskey Mountain" nearly didn't meet my – admittedly too high – expectations. I don't understand what went wrong, because all the omens indicated that this movie would be right up my alley. I love cheap and trashy drive-in cinema from the seventies, I absolutely love the cool horror protagonist Christopher George ("Pieces", "City of the Living Dead", "Grizzly"…) and I even have a fond but inexplicable weakness for the previous work of the reputedly incompetent director William Grefé. Yes, I confess… I'm a really big fan of "Stanley" and "Impulse" and I also tremendously enjoyed notorious stinkers such as "Mako: the Jaws of Death" and "Sting of Death". Then what exactly is the problem with "Whiskey Mountain"? Well, quite frankly, this film is incredibly boring and approximately half of the running time consists of pointless footage of the four lead characters driving through remote backwoods areas on their motorcycles with guiding evergreen music playing in the background. The foursome, two couples, is heading towards Whiskey Mountain in search of family treasures, but they encounter a bunch of unfriendly and marijuana- addicted rednecks on their paths. Nothing of interest happens during the first full hour of the film and I really had to fight sleep several times (sleep often won) in order to reach the climax. The tone and ambiance of the film aren't nearly as gritty and unsettling as they should be and even the excessive use of banjo music gets pretty dire after a while. Christopher George, cult wench Roberta Collins ("Death Race 2000", "Eaten Alive") and the rest of the cast deliver decent enough performances, but the script simply is too weak. But the main shortcoming definitely was that I was watching a crummy old VHS tape with terrible picture quality and nearly inaudible sound. Perhaps if "Whiskey Mountain" ever finds its way to DVD, complete with restored picture quality and remastered soundtrack, I'll give it another chance.