Census Bloodbath: Write What You Know

Year:
1984
Director:
Rufus B. Seder
Cast:
Rufus B. Seder, Eugene Seder, George Kuchar
Run Time:
1 hour 32 minutes
MPAA Rating: R

Plot: Screamplay follows aspiring horror screenwriter Edgar Allan (Rufus B. Seder, who is the director, writer, producer, matte painter, sound editor, and special optical effects technician for Screamplay and exactly zero other movies, though he later became notable as an author of Scanimation children's books) moving to Hollywood, where he gets a job as the custodian at the Welcome Apartments, which is populated by a strange cast of characters including faded star Nina Ray (M. Lynda Robinson), bodybuilder and casual drag queen murderer Martin (underground director George Kuchar), wannabe actress Holly (Katy Bolger), and fire-and-brimstone rocker Lot (Bob White).

Whenever one of these people crosses him, he writes a scene in his screenplay, where they are murdered. However, when they do begin to die in the ways described on the page, this attracts the interest of homicide detective Sgt. Joe Blatz (George Cordeiro, who also co-composed the movie with Basil Bova). Meanwhile, down-on-his-luck agent Al Weiner (Eugene "Father of Rufus" Seder) sees this screenplay as his ticket to the big time and encourages Edgar to finish it, no matter the cost.

Analysis: Screamplay is kooky as fuck. Normally that would be right up my alley, but something about it was a little too off-putting, at least with this first-time watch. It's certainly unlike any other 1980s slasher out there, which I give it kudos for. It's in black and white, for one thing. It's also self-reflective and meta in a way that wouldn't really come to the fore in horror cinema until the 1990s, so it's ahead of the curve.

But it's just such a slog. There are multiple reasons for this, one of the most striking being the acting. The best performers in the cast are inconsistent and the worst are downright unwatchable. Plus, more than 50% of them are identical balding white men. In fact, I didn't even know that Martin was a different character from his neighbor Kleindorf (Ed Callahan, who did props for Sweet Sixteen and was a sound effects editor on Elm Street 4, Elm Street 5, and the Robert Englund Phantom of the Opera) until very close to the end of the movie. I just thought his name was Martin Kleindorf!

Another reason is that it is deeply unfunny. It mistakes referencing classic movie titles and stars as having anything remotely satirical to say about them. And everything else relies on gags that are so broad that you couldn't fit them into an airplane hangar. There's very little that is more exhausting than a whole lot of bad comedy, and Screamplay had me coming out of it feeling like I'd just done a triathlon.

Also, its meta pretensions could have resulted in something fun, but they are handled in such a loose, incoherent way that they never land. However, the movie grows increasingly proud of what it's doing, even though it's clearly failing, which greatly increased the already intense sense of distance between me and the story.

So ultimately you're stuck with a movie that merrily rockets up its own ass while flat comic beats endlessly unspool in front of you. I got the sense that, if it was better at doing what it was trying to do, it would be something I liked very much, so that's cool. It's at the very least not generic, which makes it more engaging to watch than something like Sledgehammer. 

And I did enjoy some of the kills, which is not nothing. They're not particularly bloody, but they're presented enthusiastically and some of them are reasonably creative. Really, at the end of the day, Screamplay is not a bad time, but I couldn't fathom why anybody would actually sit down to watch it unless they were doing something as categorically unwise as watching every slasher movie from the 1980s.

Killer: Holly (Katy Bolger)

Final Girl: Edgar Allen (Rufus B. Seder)

Best Kill: Even though it's drenched in homophobia, there is a bizarre and arresting scene where a drag queen who has just mugged Edgar is twirling on roller skates and Martin grabs her head, causing her to break her own neck and spin her head around 360 degrees.

Sign of the Times: Edgar is alarmed by how expensive his $1 cup of coffee is.

Scariest Moment: Lot grabs Edgar's hand and forces him to burn it over a candle in penance.

Weirdest Moment: Nina asks Edgar to fix her tub, he accidentally knocks the faucet off with a sledgehammer (knocking over a bottle of bubble solution in the process), and she assumes that he has drawn her a bubble bath, so she undresses and has sex with him in the overflowing soapy tub before he has a chance to fix his mistake.

Champion Dialogue: “You're still very young looking."

Body Count: 10; because this movie presents both the fictional and "real" deaths of certain characters onscreen, I've counted doubled-up murders as one death, though I also counted characters who only died on the page but survived the movie.

1. Waitress has a pie-slicer slammed into her face, in the screenplay.
2. Drag Queen has her head spun around while twirling on roller skates.
3. Rocky the Dog eats ground beef with glass mixed in, in the screenplay and in real life.
4. Nina Ray is drowned in the tub, in the screenplay and in real life.
5. Lot is lit on fire, in the screenplay and in real life.
6. Nicky Blair drives his motorcycle into a truck.
7. Kleindorf has his hand shoved in the garbage disposal and his throat slit, in the screenplay and in real life.
8. Edgar is strangled from behind, in the screenplay.
9. Holly is strangled in the screenplay and hit in the head with a sledgehammer in real life.
10. Martin is shot.

TL;DR: Screamplay might be charmingly weird to some, but my mileage was limited.

Rating: 5/10

Word Count: 991

Census Bloodbath: Jack Of All Trades

Year:
1985
Director:
Christopher Lewis
Cast:
Tom Schreier, Mona Van Pernis, Tom Savini
Run Time:
1 hour 42 minutes

Plot: The Ripper follows Tulsa professor Richard Harwell (Tom Schreier) discovering an antique ring that belonged to Jack the Ripper (Tom Savini, whose name does ring a bell, now that you mention it) at the same time that he's reached the Whitechapel murders unit in his film class about movies adapting real crimes. Not so coincidentally, women around town have begun to turn up dead in slayings that seem eerily similar to the real Jack the Ripper's crimes.

As Harwell begins to have dreams of Jack the Ripper and fall into fugue states where he loses time as the body count rises, he nurses suspicions about the ring, as does his obsequious student Steve (Wade Tower of Revenge), a film geek who calls Harwell three times a night to remind him about what Vincent Price movie is on TV that night. Will either of them solve the problem before Steve's girlfriend Cindy (Andrea Adams of Revenge and Blood Lake), a fellow student, or Harwell's girlfriend, dance professor Carol (Mona Van Pernis), end up at the wrong end of a blade?

Analysis: Christopher Lewis is a director we've seen quite a bit of in 1985, because he was the director of that year's early shot-on-video slasher Blood Cult. The extremely low-budget regional Tulsa production had its ample flaws, as I detailed in my review, but I also couldn't help but being won over by its handmade charms.

That said, I wasn't exactly champing at the bit to see his immediate follow-up. However, nervous as I was, Lewis pulled out all the stops with a movie that is leaps and bounds better than Blood Cult. It still retains some of the movie's flaws (most notably an intense lack of interest in the victims who provide the body count, the majority of whom wander into the movie during the same scene in which they are bumped off). However, it shines in a number of meaningful ways.

First is the fact that the kills themselves are 1) legible and 2) actually quite brutal. In spite of the fact that the majority of them have the same M.O. (throat-slitting, sometimes followed by Herschell Gordon Lewis-esque disembowlment), there is enough variety to the way that they are presented that they feel consistently brutal and shocking. That feeling is enhanced by some half-decent, disgusting, drippy gore. You'll find blood spurts aplenty in The Ripper (even for wounds where there probably shouldn't be any), which was more than enough to keep me entertained during the murder sequences.

The movie also manages to ditch the atmosphere-killing police procedural element of Blood Cult while retaining all of its little idiosyncrasies and weird regionalisms, including two inexplicably long scenes with a pushy antique store clerk (Bennie Lee McGowan of Blood Cult and Revenge) that are about nothing and hold no importance and yet are riveting from start to finish. Another beautiful idiosyncrasy is the seemingly intense psychosexual relationship between Steve and Harwell. I'm not even sure the filmmakers are aware of its presence, simmering beneath the surface, but when you have a character calling his professor while shirtless in the dark of night, any responsible viewer must ask questions!

The movie is still far from perfect, though. Naturally so, considering the movie allegedly had a budget of just $75,000. However, the majority of its flaws come from places that have nothing to do with its price tag, including the fact that the plot is a little repetitive and really peters out in the third act. It can't even sustain enough energy for Tom Savini's big scene to be remotely interesting (even though it cost them a full 20% of that budget just to get him for one night).

The gore maestro's turn as Jack the Ripper is notable only because he allowed it to happen in the first place and not because he deigned to imbue the character with any actual menace. It truly feels like Christopher Lewis wished on a monkey's paw to have Tom Savini work on his movie.

So no, not perfect. But The Ripper is ever so charming, even more than its predecessor, to the point that I'm almost excited to take a gander at Lewis' next feature, which was the 1986 Blood Cult sequel Revenge. Stay tuned, I guess.

Killer: Jack the Ripper (Tom Savini) acting through Richard Harwell (Tom Schreier)

Final Girl: Carol (Mona Van Pernis)

Best Kill: As neat as the throat slittings tend to be, my pick would have to be the woman being garroted with a phone cord, both because it stands out and because I do love a good improvised weapon.

Sign of the Times: I mean, it has to be the dance class that Carol teaches, which involves students in aerobics leotards doing a minutes-long performance to a faux Bonnie Tyler song while smoke machines fill the room with haze. On day one, mind you.

Scariest Moment: The opening sequence where Jack stalks a woman down a foggy London street has more atmosphere than every scene in Blood Cult put together (in addition to somehow transforming Tulsa into a halfway convincing facsimile of 19th century Britain).

Weirdest Moment: The class clown Brian (Jeffrey Fontana) sings a song about Jack the Ripper in front of a chalk drawing of the man himself while accompanying himself on the harmonica.

Champion Dialogue: “You can jump on me any time you like."

Body Count: 6

1. Fancy Lady has her throat slit.
2. Old Timey Carol has her throat slit in a dream.
3. Cocktail Waitress has her throat slit.
4. Judy is garroted with a phone cord.
5. Cindy has her throat slit offscreen.
6. Richard Harwell is shot.

TL;DR: The Ripper is a totally charming SOV slasher that has a few tricks up its sleeve.

Rating: 6/10

Word Count: 978

Census Bloodbath: Heads Will (Rock And) Roll

Year:
1985
Director:
Mats Olsson
Cast:
Jeff Harding, Naomi Kaneda, Michael Fitzpatrick
Run Time:
1 hour 29 minutes

Plot: Blood Tracks follows a crew shooting a music video for the hair metal band Solid Gold (played by the members of the real-life Swedish band Easy Action, including future Europe guitarist Kee Marcello) in the Colorado Rockies (played by Funäsdalen, Sweden). It goes horribly wrong when an avalanche traps them in an isolated cabin. It goes horribly wronger when various members of the party - including director Bob (Michael Fitzpatrick of Scream for Help) wander into the nearby abandoned factory, where a mother (Filippa Silverstone) and her brood of children have been hiding for the past 40 years after she murdered her husband in self defense. Somehow this has turned them into Hills Have Eyes-esque mutants.

Meanwhile, star Suzie (Naomi Kaneda) desperately tries to get in contact with their helicopter pilot liaison John (Jeff Harding, also of Scream for Help), who is already suspicious that something has gone terribly wrong.

Analysis: I love the time capsule nature of 1980s slashers, so when they focus on trendy music of the era, they tend to be interesting, even if those installments are rarely very good (see Terror on Tour, New Year's Evil, Rocktober Blood, Trick or Treat, and so on). Unfortunately, that rule of thumb has been severed with a pair of garden shears, because while I was eager to see what Blood Tracks had to offer, it came up empty at every opportunity. 

All it would have taken to win me over was for the filmmakers to simply set the camera down and let the 1980s happen at the lens, and Blood Tracks is too incompetent even for that. I was willing to let the weird ADR dialogue slide, because even though I didn't know it was Swedish when I turned it on, I can sniff out a European slasher at thirty paces. However, the incompetence is so much more deeply entrenched than that. 

The cinematography is incompetent. Everything is muddy and dark and uninteresting.

The screenplay is also incompetent. There are way too many characters in play here, and the movie never settles enough for any of them to come to the fore among the gnashing throng. You'd think that the fact that the movie has two screenwriters (Mats Helge Olsson and Anna Wolf) would allow them the opportunity to look at one another and figure out at least two different potential personality traits the characters might have, but they can't even come up with one, bless their hearts. 

The killers at least look different from one another, so that's nice. But there are also too many of them, only one of them ever gets a name, and I was never quite clear on exactly how many of them were actually kicking around in the first place.

The editing is also incompetent. It works in tandem with the cinematography and the staging (also incompetent) to render most of the kills completely illegible. I have spent years of my life trying to parse incoherent slasher movies, and I flatter myself that I have gotten quite good at it. So please believe me when I tell you that this is the most difficult time I've ever had merely trying to figure out what happens to the characters onscreen, let alone when and why. The kills are presumably the reason that any slasher movie existed in the mid-80s, so the fact that they are so abhorrently constructed is downright criminal. 

Frequently the editing conveniently leaves out the type of weapon that's in use, the exact part of the body to which it is being put to use, and sometimes even the identity of the poor sap who it is being used upon. Two separate murders involve the killer kind of simultaneously pulling on a person's body while crushing it in a process that seems to be effective but in such defiance of the laws of physics and the language that we have to describe such things that I had to invent the term "yanking" just to find some way to mark it in my notes.

You'll see below that I have failed to give Blood Tracks a completely bottom-of-the-barrel score. But trust me, that is not so much because the movie has merits, but because - as I said - I have been doing this for years and know just how much worse things can get. At least getting to look at the snowy Swedish landscape was nice.

Killer: The Family

Final Girl: Suzie (Naomi Kaneda)

Best Kill: It's technically not a kill, but the best gore effect by far is the lead killer's arm being shot right off.

Sign of the Times: Easy Action knew how to do the 1980s right.

Scariest Moment: The end credits open with a list of the actors that doesn't credit their characters, which felt uncanny and sinister in a way I can't quite explain.

Weirdest Moment: One couple is having sex in the car when an avalanche buries said car, and even though the rescue operation takes several minutes, the woman is still buck naked when she is pulled out of the snow.

Champion Dialogue: “We're buried! We're buried, you fool!"

Body Count: 15; not including several characters who are kidnapped by the killers and never heard from again, which means they're probably dead, though I have no proof of it.

1. The Father is stabbed in the back.
2. Frank is pushed off a platform.
3. Dave gets yanked.
4. Kee is decapitated offscreen. 
5. Nick is doused in gas and lit on fire.
6. Linda is killed in some way by a pulley-based trap.
7. Carrie is thrown from a platform and impaled on a spike.
8. Mary (I think) is killed in the face offscreen.
9. Sarah is yanked.
10. Fuck-Ass Bob Killer is shot.
11. Bob has a hatchet thrown through his forehead.
12. Louise is impaled with a blade pendulum thing.
13. Dark-Haired Killer is shot.
14. Leper Killer is stabbed in the neck and shot.
15. The Mother dies of... smoke inhalation? Falling?

TL;DR: Blood Tracks has a solid premise that it wastes with a scattershot, muddy approach.

Rating: 3/10

Word Count: 1024

Census Bloodbath: Can We Reschedule?

Year:
1985
Director:
Ramsey Thomas (as Alan Smithee)
Cast:
Michele Little, Kerry Remsen, Douglas Rowe
Run Time:
1 hour 36 minutes
MPAA Rating: R

Plot: Appointment with Fear is about... um.... Hold on, I need to stretch before I do this.

OK. Appointment with Fear is about four female friends holding a high school graduation party at an isolated mansion: Samantha (Pamela Bach, later Pamela Bach-Hasselhof, no points for guessing how that name change came about), who likes to take her top off and go swimming; Ruth (Deborah Voorhees of Innocent Prey and Friday the 13th: A New Beginning), who likes to take her top off and go swimming; Heather (Kerry Remsen of Pumpkinhead and A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge), who works as a mime and has a dark, never fully-explained story about having a younger brother who died; and Carol (Michele Little), who carries a shotgun mic everywhere to record audio from far away, as one does. 

Also hanging around are Carol's boyfriend Bobby (Michael Wyle), who rides a motorcycle with a mannequin in the sidecar and dresses like John Bender, and Heather's boyfriend Cowboy (Vincent Barbour), who is never not wearing a cowboy hat. Oh, and Norman (Danny Dayton), the unhoused man who hears voices who Carol sometimes lets sleep in the bed of her truck while she drives around. She brings him to the party, where he just sort of chills outside the mansion and parks the girls' cars as they arrive.

Give or take a few "huh?" moments in the character descriptions, that seems pretty straightforward, right? Honey, we're just getting started. While the party prep is happening, Sgt. Kowalski (Douglas Rowe) is hot on the tail of a man who he put in jail but was recently let out, the murderous Attis (Garrick Dowhen). Attis kills his unnamed wife, The Woman (Sergia Simone), in an attempt to steal their baby (who she hid behind the railing of the staircase she's sitting on, which is like two feet to her right, and Attis somehow doesn't hear or see it). As she dies, The Woman gives her baby to Heather, who just kinda carries it around for the rest of the movie, eventually bringing it to the party. Attis continues tracking down the kid, killing those who get in his way. The catch? Attis has actually been in a coma since last night.

That's right, this is the second astral projection slasher of 1985 after Eternal Evil. Anyway, Attis' motivations are pretty clear. He wants to kill his baby because he is the King of the Woods and he needs to make a sacrifice in order to ensure that he remains the King of the Woods for another year. Egyptian mythology is also involved, of course, but I didn't need to tell you that.

Analysis: So let me take you on a journey. As a longtime slasher fan I was becoming increasingly intrigued during the opening credits as the roster of B-tier slasher royalty kept scrolling by (Appointment with Fear was also produced by the Halloween franchise's Moustafa Akkad - the presence of a silent killer and a Dr. Loomis-esque character make it quite clear that he was hoping this would launch another slasher franchise, but no such luck). And then the whammy comes right at the end: directed by Alan Smithee.

The iconic pseudonym that directors used when they wanted to disavow projects certainly didn't make me less intrigued, but it did immediately dash my hopes that this might be a good movie. That said, it's a fucking weird movie, and that's just as good of a thing to be.

That plot synopsis just barely scratches the surface of what a bizarre film this is. Every character beat and dialogue scene has at least one odd thing about it, if not more, and merely keeping your grasp on what is happening moment to moment is enough to keep you engaged. These little moments also keep building. What starts as little details (like Samantha's mom hosing down the lawn in a bikini or the arbitrary mention that the architect of the house where the party is being held recently died) snowball into larger weirdnesses (like the running gag of Kowalski accidentally setting his own car on fire multiple times) which eventually explode into a dazzling crescendo with a spontaneous aerobics maypole dance sequence where even the characters don't seem to understand why it's happening, and which lasts for like 10 minutes.

All of this is a delight, and it's the only reason that Appointment with Fear is watchable, because it is a frankly awful slasher. It is tedious, the pacing is ruinously caddywompous, and the kills almost all take place offscreen. Plus, the ones we do get to see have the most boring, rote M.O.s, which offer nothing in the way of blood or creativity. And there are very few of them to begin with, because this slasher leaves way too many characters alive by the end.

Also, I have no idea why this movie is called Appointment with Fear. Nobody makes an appointment of any kind, scary or otherwise. And if the title is meant to refer to the audience's experience of the movie, calling it an appointment makes watching it sound like a chore. Sadly, in spite of the movie's brighter moments, it pretty much is one.

Killer: Attis (Garrick Dowhen)

Final Girl: Carol (Michele Little)

Best Kill: Ugh... I guess The Woman's, but mostly because of the aftermath of her being stabbed in the side, which is that she just kind of slumps indignantly against the stoop, is clearly lucid and capable of holding a conversation, and pretty much only bleeds out because Heather didn't think to call an ambulance.

Sign of the Times: Why tell you when I can show you?

Scariest Moment: Carol asks Norman about the gods that he talks to in his head and he says that maybe she'll get a chance to meet them tonight.

Weirdest Moment: This is a real Sophie's choice, but probably the scene where Carol tells Samantha about a sex dream that she had last night where Samantha fucked a dude on the floor of a discotheque while she watched.

Champion Dialogue: “All the crazies in here think he's the craziest of the crazies."

Body Count: 6

1. The Woman is stabbed in the side.
2. Ruth is stabbed offscreen.
3. Norman is decapitated.
4. Cowboy is killed offscreen.
5. Samantha is killed offscreen.
6. Attis is pierced with a maypole.

TL;DR: Appointment with Fear is a very bad, bad, boring slasher, but it makes up for that somewhat by being one of the weirdest goddamn movies ever made.

Rating: 5/10

Word Count: 1113