This trilogy by Stephen King and George Romero is glued together by comic book style animation scenes that don't have anything to do with the general plot whatsoever.

A young cartoon "Dennis the Menace"-type character is chased down by a group of bullies. The animation quality is just a notch or two above the type of excellence often seen in early 70s television shows. What's left is a poor attempt to capture the overall night gallery mood that succeeded so well in "Cat's Eye."

The first story, "Ol' Chief Wooden Head," is about a large figure of a cigar store Indian coming to life and avenging the death of the white store owners; one of the participants in the murder was another Indian. The cigar store Indian hunts them all down and kills them. At the end, he even holds the scalp of his fallen kin in his hand. What is this supposed to symbolize? That even Indians had bad hair days?

The second tale, "The Raft," depicts in gruesome living color how a mysterious flesh eating blob can sneak up on four unsuspecting teenagers in the middle of a deserted lake and eat them one by one. There is more than a slight resemblance to "Jaws" here, except a dock has taken the place of a fishing boat. The last scenes are the most repulsive: a young girl screams for her bloody life as the goo breaks her body down into a grotesque pulp of acidic waste, and her male friend makes it to shore but then is jumped on at the last minute and swallowed whole. As a final touch of class, the creature belches aloud on its way back out to the dock. It's enough to make you never want to eat licorice again.

The final scenario, "The Hitchhiker," makes up for a lot of this mess because it is so unintentionally hilarious. An adultress is driving home from a late night romp and accidently runs over a road worker. She flees the scene but is pursued relentlessly by the dead (?) victim, who expresses his never-ending gratitude by popping up out of nowhere and saying, "Thanks for the ride, lady!"

The final scene of a horribly distorted newspaper deliverer throwing comics out on the street from the back of a truck almost made me wish he was tossing out free movie passes to this film's next showing. An interesting adventure for those who can stomach it.

Response From RinkWorks:

I loved the original "Creepshow," and although I haven't seen it in years, I still think I might like it as a "good" movie. I remember thinking this "sequel" wasn't as good, but again, I haven't seen it in years.

But I do have to agree with your assessment of the last vignette. That classic line, "Thanks for the ride, lady!" makes up for the rest of the crap in this film. In fact, if I were to recommend this to bad movie lovers, I'd have to tell them to skip the first two parts entirely and just watch the last one. "Thanks for the ride, lady! Thanks for the ride!"