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

Census Bloodbath: It's The Not-So-Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!

Year: 1988

Director: Stan Winston

Cast: Lance Henriksen, Jeff East, John D'Aquino

Run Time: 1 hour 26 minutes

MPAA Rating: R

1988. The year before the unironic slasher genre died its final death. In this No Man’s Land of cinema, slashers had to go weird or go home. Very few bona fide classics were born from this desperate time (though I must confess I’m partial to American Gothic and Cheerleader Camp). The only two non-Freddy/Michael/Jason movies from the entire year that still carry any shred of public respect are, naturally, also two of the last 80’s slashers to actually spawn franchises: Child’s Play and Pumpkinhead.

We’ve already talked Chucky to death, so let’s take a gander at that latter, more nebulous franchise. Pumpkinhead has three sequels, though none of them were released in theaters and a whopping two were produced for TV. There’s a reason for this sprawling but dismal legacy: Pumpkinhead boasts a terrific, instantly iconic villain, but now matter how hard it tries, it just ain’t a great movie.

But let’s pause for the plot before we bring that zinger in for the spike.

In Pumpkinhead, grocery store owner Ed Harley (Lance Henriksen – and it’s impossible not to think they’re calling him “Ed Hardy”) is living a peaceful country life out in the sticks with his son Billy (Matthew Hurley). Their rural idyll is disrupted when a group of teenage dirt biking city slickers comes to town, because this is 1988 and they just don’t make horror movies without a heaping platter of Meat. Let’s dish ‘em out.

We have Chris (Jeff East of Deadly Blessing), a dopey fella with a curly tangle of hair; Tracy (Cynthia Bain), one of those annoying girls who brings her camera everywhere and constantly forces people to pose for pictures; Maggie (Kerry Remsen of A Nightmare on Elm Street 2), who is an empty shell of a human being with the single character trait of being vaguely religious; Steve (Joel Hoffman of Slumber Party Massacre II), who rocks a tangerine sweatband; Joel (John D’Aquino), a leather jacketed douche with a probation officer and a heart of stone; and Kim (Kimberly Ross), who exists, at least according to the film’s IMDb page.

After Joel accidentally runs over Billy with his dirt bike, killing him, Ed seeks revenge, enlisting the witch haggis (Florence Schauffler) to help him raise Pumpkinhead, a local avenging demon who is sent on the warpath to wipe out the teens.

Actually, one of those would definitely come in handy in my neighborhood.

The obvious thing to bring up at the top of a Pumpkinhead review is that it was directed by one Stan Winston, the special effects wizard behind all your favorite things: Terminator, Jurassic Park, Aliens, Predator, Iron Man, Edward Scissorhands… When it comes to lifelike creatures from the pits of Hell or the far reaches of science, he’s your guy. Pumpkinhead is his first of only two directorial efforts, and you get the sense that he rather dearly wishes the human actors on set were made of latex and hydraulics, because he doesn’t seem to want anything to do with them otherwise.

Lance Henriksen does a fine job, which is par for the course, and Florence Schauffler is clearly having a blast as the reliably creepy Haggis, but the Teen Meat here is especially lean. Nobody has a distinct personality, to the point that I actually had to struggle to find ways to described them back there in the plot section. Me! I find characters to care about in Friday the 13th movies, for God’s sake! These flavorless teens are portrayed by a bevy of actors that crowd listlessly around the set like a school of minnows. And don’t even get me started on the crowd of overactors playing the hillbillies around town. With Pumpkinhead, you’re constantly trapped between too much and not enough.

It certainly speaks to Stan Winston’s priorities that Pumpkinhead, a demonic presence motivated solely by revenge, has gallons more charisma than all the people in the film combined. Of course, his design is genius, with enlarged bone spurs at the shoulders, knobbly clawlike hands, and a head halfway between a Xenomorph and the inside of a cantaloupe. He smirks, drools, and lumbers around in enough shadow that his reality is unquestionable, and unquestionably grotesque. His scenes are the only ones that really sing with anything like tension, humor, or really any emotion whatsoever, which is no small feat for what is essentially just a dude in a rubber suit.

Godzilla, eat your heart out.

I think Pumpkinhead would be a much better movie if it weren’t a teen slasher. All the elements are there: a terrific monster, a folkloric parable on the price of revenge, and a heartbreakingly sweet father-son relationship (Billy’s death may or may not have drawn a tear or two from tis hardened horror hound’s eye). Hell, it even has the hella rad exchange “God damn you!” “He already has…” This could have been a bona fide classic.

Unfortunately, even though the genre was dying off, nobody in the late 80’s could possibly be allowed to make a cerebral supernatural flick without some of that sweet, sweet teen killin’. The body count is rather clumsily jammed into a twenty minute segment of the third act, mowing down tissue paper teens in a rather pretty but unmoving display of bloodshed that, for all this film’s effects budget, is positively miserly when it comes to dishing out the gore. It’s dissatisfying and it defies the laws of cinematic geography and logic, but even more dismaying, it’s just dull. In the wise words of Sergio, “this would be better if it was worse.” At least then we’d be able to laugh at it.

It’s a real shame Pumpkinhead turns in such a wan, empty effort at storytelling and performance because – visually speaking – Stan Winston is up to some great work here, along with The Ring cinematographer Bojan Bazelli. Winston’s woods explode with otherworldly blues and blacks, the interiors smeared with blood red. Light, color, and smoke perform an elegant dance across the frame, especially during the scenes that take place in Haggis’ hut or the abandoned, blasted-out church tucked into the wilderness. It’s a genuinely beautiful movie, if a little too pop arty to be truly timeless.

I thank Pumpkinhead for delivering a deliciously strange, otherworldly villain in the titular demon, but I’ll never feel the need to visit its arid patch ever again. There’s enough in there to more-or-less require a one time viewing from horror fans, but it’s ultimately a heady disappointment.

Killer: Pumpkinhead (Tom Woodruff Jr.)

Final Girl: Tracy (Cynthia Bain)

Best Kill: Joel is impaled on his own shotgun. You gotta love kills that use weapons in unintended ways, and Joel certainly deserved one.

Sign of the Times: Steve’s death is indicated by a bloody headband hanging from a tree branch.

Scariest Moment: Pumpkinhead creeps around outside the window of the cabin while Maggie prays.

Weirdest Moment: While on a grocery stop, Joel instantly decides it’s a good time to go dirt biking.

Champion Dialogue: “If you wanna stay here and play with the vegetables, that’s fine with me.”

Body Count: 7; Not including Pumpkinhead, because y’all know that sucker’s got three sequels.

1. Prologue Man is eviscerated by Pumpkinhead.
2. Billy Harley is run over by a dirt bike.
3. Steve is eviscerated by Pumpkinhead.
4. Maggie is eviscerated by Pumpkinhead.
5. Kim is dropped out of a tree.
6. Joel is impaled on a riddle.
7. Ed Harley is shot to death.

TL;DR: Pumpkinhead is a disappointingly empty supernatural slasher that doesn't deserve its terrific villain.

Rating: 6/10

Word Count: 1276