The plotting is a tad generic, and the film feels long at a scant 90 minutes. But the movie is good enough to put a chill into the late-summer air.
The only mystery to Jeepers Creepers is why Francis Ford Coppola chose to stamp his name on this grade-Z movie as producer.
An absurd horror yarn in which a cannibalistic winged demon goes on a murderous rampage whenever he hears the title tune. Personally, "Sussudio" and "Rude" are the only songs that would conceivably make me take a hatchet to someone's head, but I digress.