Mr. Jack, the Pumpkinman. Yeah, expect a camp horror flick here. Not as bas as I was expecting, but maybe that was because I was prepared for something truly excremental. I think one thing I admired about Steve Latshaw's "Jack-O" was the homage to screen legends John Carradine and Cameron Mitchell. Some critics I imagine would complain that their belated appearances was just an excuse to use footage of the two deceased screen veterans, but I could sense an appreciation for them even if their faces did cause me to feel a bit odd that they had been passed a few years after this movie was made. Good old Fred Olen Ray, an executive producer and one of two behind the film's idea, was more than willing to lend a fellow low budget filmmaker a helping hand. Carradine is a warlock who conjures a supernatural demon which looks like a scarecrow with a pumpkin head to kill the townspeople behind his lynching. Many moons later, and some dopey kids fooling around remove a wooden cross buried in it's grave, and so Mr. Jack, The Pumpkinman rises, scythe in hand, prepared to slice and dice. A little boy(played by the director's son), must save his father(Gary Doles), an ancestor of the family who sent Carradine to his death, by somehow killing Mr. Jack (something about being the fifth descendant and according to some rule must be the one to defeat Mr. Jack) or else the Kelly clan will indeed be put to rest by the Mackins. I could say I was interested in seeing how the filmmakers would present some pumpkin-head killer, but who am I kidding? I wanted to see Linnea Quigley and as much of her as possible..and Latshaw give me just that. I'm never one to complain when I get my customary Quigley shower as she soaps that magnificent naked body. Oh, and besides that you get a side-splitting murder by toaster with animated lightning bolts as the victim deteriorates to a skeleton! Anyway, a descendant of Mackens(Catherine Walsh) befriends the Kelly family wanting to help silence Jack forever, finally laying the demon to rest. Latshaw and company aren't without a sense of humor..you have to imagine they'd have to consider that their killer would be a laughingstock. And among the victims, a pair of uptight, penny-pinching conservatives who don't have the Halloween spirit. Oh, and there's also a fake decapitated head gag with a not-so-very-convincing prop which might provide some extra chuckles. Quigley, if you are interested, is a babysitter taking the Kelly kid trick-or-treating while her sister is off with the biker boyfriend on his hog. The effects are poor and Quigley's role is minor, (although she does prevent the kid from getting stabbed, before being socked across the face and knocked unconscious)..not a lot to recommend to slasher fans unless you enjoy cheap gore gags and seeing Quigley bathe her nude body. Without the nudity and modest gore, this could be a family television horror flick. Mitchell's part is of a host of the Dr Cadaver Horror Theater while Brinke Stevens turns up as the character of a bad horror flick on the boob tube(something called The Coven).