Review of Stage Fright

Sweet, but troubled and repressed theater actress Helen Selleck (a solid and charming performance by the lovely Jenny Neumann) is still suffering from severe trauma over the horrific death of her mother that she witnessed when she was a little girl. A series of brutal stabbing murders besets the production of the latest play Helen is acting in. Director John D. Lamond and writer Collin Eggleston whip up a delightfully raw and in-your-face wired cinematic cocktail of unflinchingly graphic violence along with equally explicit quasi-pornographic sex and abundant nudity that's so blithely crass and leering that one can't help but be amused and entertained by the cheeky audacity of this seedy enterprise; this honey's unapologetic wallowing in the slimy celluloid sewer and unwavering furious energy in turn give it a deliriously seamy buzz that's an absolute sordid joy to behold. Moreover, it's acted with real zest by an able cast, with especially stand-out work from Gary Sweet as earnest and likable soap opera thespian Terry Besanko, Nina Landis as snippy, but incompetent diva Judy, John Michael Howson as acerbic gay critic Bennett Collingswood, Max Phipps as tough and exacting director George D'ahlberg, Edmund Pegge as vain hack actor Bruce, and Briony Behets as blundering stage manager Angela. Gary Wapshott's sumptuous widescreen cinematography makes neat use of titled camera angles and smooth gliding Steadicam tracking shots. Brian May's spirited shuddery score keeps things bounding along. Clocking in at a tight 80 minutes, this movie never becomes dull or overstays its welcome. However, the killer's identity is thuddingly obvious from the get-go, which alas undermines the tension to a considerable degree. That quibble aside, this one overall sizes up as a tremendous amount of infectiously sleazy fun.