There are endless dream sequences, hicks and bad perms. The script is devoid of anything even approaching quality and at one point a rap song is performed for baffling odd reasons. Ugly cheerleading outfits are worn and there is no disturbing creepiness only unconvincing line delivery by atrocious actresses. Murders take place and yet they don’t leave. Despite this being the 80s Jill Schoelen isn’t in this.
This is not intense; porn music plays, the male gaze is indulged, characters are stupid, actors are wooden and this is not intense with piss poor direction, zero suspense, story gaps and general half-assedness. This film is insufferable and pitiful with an off kilter soundtrack. All in all this was diabolical and hateful with unintentionally hilarity. There is not one moment of weird unsettling nightmarish slow creep. This is a bizarre artefact of 80s crap. Shame so many inane films accumulated that decade.
This fuzzy camerawork terribleness is made even more excruciating because there’s no point, no originality and certainly nothing even approaching suspense, scares, cohesion, narrative flow or atmosphere of malevolence. One feels this crap started out as a tits and laffs ‘comedy’ and had the ‘horror’ element grafted on.
“Exit stage left.”
“Turn it off Bob!”
“You’re a mascot, not a human!”
“Put the head back on.”
“The nearest town is 1000 miles away.”
“What do you mean we, mascot?”
“Tag my ass.”
“Honey on her muffin?”
“He’s back and this time he’s mad. Gandhi II. No more Mr Passive Resistance.”
“Gun control is for wimps and commies.”
“Means about as much to me as festering ball of dog snot!”