i can't for the life of me figure out why i've now owned no less than three copies of this 1985 direct to video classic. originally purchased for $2 on VHS at my local mom and pop video store back years ago, i found myself unable to stop watching.
that said, i am not one of those people like the movie's director who is trying to put a nice face on this incompetent, meandering piece of beta dirge. to listen to him on the commentary track, still nigh upon two decades later he is convinced that, while the movie was not without its shortcomings, it was still a good effort. wrong. everything about this movie is terrible from top to bottom. despite a 90 minute run-time, any moderately competent editor could have distilled this down to a brisk nine minutes without sacrificing key dialogue, crucial scenes or moments of "terror".
high points include hilariously bad dialogue overdubs, the artist's rendering of the dog symbol on the trinkets (maybe the make-a-wish foundation was on set to help?), the butterball daughter's fumbled lines (does christopher lewis know how to say "cut"?), first rate D-actor scream performances from victim #2 and the blue-plate-special-anna-coke cafeteria cashier, oh man oh man. i could go on but you're still reading this instead of immediately purchasing this item with the fastest possible shipping option.
grab some finger salad and enjoy.
