Back when he was a child, The Being - the bad guy in this movie who has that name because there's no way the creators of this film didn't see Halloween and say, we need The Shape - was made fun of for his white eyeball-less eye and then fell out of a tree. That's the kind of traumatic - trhaumatic? - adolescent experience that makes you strangle dogs and make love to corpses. Such is life in Italian slasher scum movies.
Yes, it's another in the long series of films where my wife wanders in just as a nude woman is being photographed in a park, only to be mercilessly dispatched by a killer. She looks at me in disgust and says, "Your movies..."
Director Gianni Martucci was also behind 1988's The Red Monks. Here he's basically making an American slasher, complete with characters you learn nothing about other than the fact that you can't wait to watch them die.
That said, the killer plays with Duplo blocks when he isn't popping the heads off of obviously stuffed cats. And the film is quite literally packed with disco music. I think that more slashers could use some disco, but that may just be the result of me loving Prom Night so much.
Yes, it's another in the long series of films where my wife wanders in just as a nude woman is being photographed in a park, only to be mercilessly dispatched by a killer. She looks at me in disgust and says, "Your movies..."
Director Gianni Martucci was also behind 1988's The Red Monks. Here he's basically making an American slasher, complete with characters you learn nothing about other than the fact that you can't wait to watch them die.
That said, the killer plays with Duplo blocks when he isn't popping the heads off of obviously stuffed cats. And the film is quite literally packed with disco music. I think that more slashers could use some disco, but that may just be the result of me loving Prom Night so much.