Brutal z-grade basement budget horror so good it needs two title screens; Scalps is a bloody mess of Indian curses and transmogrification, a virtual cornucopia of racial stereotypes and loud mouthed jerks. The story centers on a group of amateur archeologist that dig up a sacred spooky Indian burial ground and become possessed by a blood hungry native named Black Claw who more closely resembles a living troll doll in dirty gray underpants than a malevolent spirit of the ancient world of Indian black magic. The gore comes thick and gooey with slow motion scalping action and some nice arterial spray to make your day. Randy the macho jerk-wad was a personal favorite character of mine calling chicks BITCHES and basically owning everything with his cheesy cut off shirt and ragged blue jeans. Spoiler alert you numb skulls, I love movies where everyone dies in the end and this is one. Evil prevails! I evoke the lion headed wizard of Native American black magic to make the sequel Scalps 2: The Return of DJ a reality!