At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

I can only echo what everybody else here has already said, in that this is one of the most pointless releases ever to see the inside of the cinema. We have a couple of hippies who obviously love each other very much, since they seem to spend every waking hour together talking gobble-de-gook ( about life and the trees, man!), catching fish and prancing about the countryside naked. This goes on for the first hour of the movie, with no respite whatsoever. How on earth did they manage to get funding for such a worthless premise? This is like seeing somebody's boring camcorder holiday videos.. only this time you have to pay for the privilege. Then we get lots of tinkly folk music complete with stock footage of the great outdoors, as the audience slowly loses the will to live.For those who can last the pace (HOW?!) we finally have a bit of excitement in the final reel as the bloke is tied up in the chicken coop(Yipe!) by a couple of hoodlums intent on kidnapping his girl. Can he get free and rescue her? Or will he be killed by their dreadful guitar-strumming first? Quite frankly, who gives a monkey's. Next up: The director, 30 years on, tries to escape the clutches of an angry patron who wants to take out 80 minutes of wasted time on his head. Now THAT would be a sequel worth seeing.. 0/10

Watching paint dry is more compelling and twice as engaging. An academy award should be given to anyone who can sit through this snooze fest with out yawning. If Seinfeld was a television sitcom about nothing, then this was the movie about nothing. Unlike Seinfeld however this film did not have great writing and acting to make it work. Within the first five minutes I had the feeling that I was watching a movie made by four people with nothing else to do one afternoon. There is no plot! The viewer is left to guess what the plot was so as to justify the time wasted in watching. The acting is bad; no it would have to improve to be bad. Elizabeth Suzuki gets naked but even that was ruined by poor filming. I would recommend this film be required viewing for film students. It would prove that no matter how bad your student projects suck, there is always something worse that went straight to video.

Without question one of the most embarrassing productions of the 1970s, CAGED TERROR reveals a curious determination to become something insightful or important as it reaches in futility for a leg of Bergman's monogram earthy key elements. The tragic result is such a wispy, self-aggrandizing display of thin air that it nearly succeeds as a Bergman lampoon. To its credit, however, it does have a nice look to it, being artfully lensed in scenic woodsy environs. Too, it's as relaxing as two glasses of wine and a Quaalude.The story(?) denotes a city couple in an early stage of budding romance enjoying a day in the wilderness. They walk along a shady path, apparently desperate to outdo each other in a bizarre duel of random verbal evasions. It's quite something, really...these characters hurl bits of insanely over-the-top, lofty discourse which sound like the idle chatter of a U.C. Berkeley coffee klatsch...you'll be howling over tarradiddle such as "I feel that life itself is made up of as many tiny compartments as this pomegranate....but is it as beautiful?". After what seems like an eternity of this grandiose sermonizing and a noticeable lacking of occurrences, we are presented a VERY anticlimactic confrontation involving a pair of folk-singing 'Nam vets. Aside from some obligatory nudity, nothing eventful or interesting happens IN THIS ENTIRE FILM, and its enfeebled crusade to draw the viewer "into a brown study" is strained and insincere. I thought the Larry Buchanan picture STRAWBERRIES NEED RAIN was a weak example of a Bergman homage...CAGED TERROR is somehow worse than that film, largely due to the ceaseless flatulent verbiage.1.5/10...one of the worst films I've seen in my entire pomegranate.

I saw this movie a couple years back. I could'nt sleep and there was nothing on. So I peeped it. What really gets me is it makes no sense and thats why its disturbing. Richard gets tied up in chicken wire and Jarvis starts making out with Richard's girl while she's unconscious. Then Jarvis's buddy Troubador is playing some stupid song on his guitar. By the next morning it shows Richard's girl talking to Jarvis and Trouby and then she walks back to Richard and looks at him while he's still tied up. Then they play some happy music and the movie is finished. I mean what happened? Did they brake up? And what was she saying to those 2 guys(Trouby and Jarvis)? Its to puzzling and to poor to. I can't stand movies that are disturbing and don't make sense. This was the worst film i've ever seen since the 90's version of Lord of the Flies.