At first glance this looks like an Italian zombie movie. Something involving rage, stalking, death, fear, a bloodthirsty mob. The only thing that doesn’t belong is the handgun. Zombies don’t use or carry them as a rule.
Exceptional values in the smoke and clouds. It obviously suggests feeling and commitment on the part of the director.
I haven’t watched Cutters’ Way since ’81. I’ve been flirting with re-viewing it. I remember two things — one, that John Heard’s performance was intense and pissy but a little relentless with the rage, and two, that the story didn’t amount to much — a lot of plotting and yelling that led to a pit of futility.