Some context: Ron Ormond was a terrible exploitation filmmaker. He survived a plane crash in 1968 and became a reborn Christian.
So you're left with this; a Deep South fundamentalist Christian anti-Communist exploitation movie.
Children praying to Castro for candy!
The worst Russian accent ever committed to film!
A boy getting nails hammered into his ears to keep him from hearing the teachings of Christ!
Gleeful Commie laughter as a family are forced to drop their son onto spikes!