I am not familiar with the show you mention, but it seems apropos. I knew the dead were there, but most of the time, it didn’t matter.. My neighbor had a small working cannon, in case the Yankees came up the Duck again.
The movie itself was close to x-rated, drive-in crapola, and not worth seeing.
Except perhaps because it was a real small Florida town, and appeared to be holding a real festival and picnic, using townspeople for extras. So it is like two movies, edited together. One a pleasant reality documentary of a small town having fun in the early 1960s, and the other of small set scenes of graphic murders covered in gallons of red-colored corn syrup. As I said, bizarre.