Southern hospitality has never been the same since goremeister H. G. Lewis made Two Thousand Maniacs! with his blood-curdling confederates. Six vacationing Northern swingers pass through the town of Pleasant Valley, whose Dixie denizens return every hundred years to wreak revenge on the Union. The unsuspecting vacationers are made guests of honor at the official barbecue, but ribs of a different sort seem to be on the menu. What follows is a hard swallow of Southern discomfort as the tourists are done in, accompanied by a rebel yell. Death by crushing, dismemberment, quicksand, and flame ensues, but things really get rolling with a barrel lined with nails. Somewhere in the midst of all this barbecue and unidentified foodstuffs is an allegory about the xenophobia endemic to the deep South, but it's more rewarding if you just spend your time counting maniacs.