Joanne, Patty, Brian, and Craig prepare the old dorm building to be torn down. They are pursued by a serial killer with a wide range of murder methods, ranging from power drill to ... See full summary »
Joanne, Patty, Brian, and Craig prepare the old dorm building to be torn down. They are pursued by a serial killer with a wide range of murder methods, ranging from power drill to industrial steam cooker. Is it that spooky weird guy John Hemmit killing off the incidental characters, or is it someone/thing even more terrifying? Written by
Chris Holland <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Nothing sets it apart from the conventional textbook 80s slasher offerings, but I always thought it wasn't as terrible as it's made out to be. Sure this almost poverty row production is amateurish and crude in some aspects, but the setting is surprisingly atmospheric (a condemned college dorm soon to be torn down) and the tone remains grim to the very twisted ending. Directed in tandem by Jeffrey Obrow and Steve Carpenter (who would get better upon each following movie; "The Power" and "The Kindred"), their pacing can get become meandering due to the threadbare plot where walking about the corridors and rooms seems to be a focal point. The plot sticks to the clichés (the crazy looking, loner weirdo red herring is shoved in our faces.. Oh no the power's out, do you know.. ) and what formulates is predictably telegraphed, despite some randomly contrived inclusions which either plays some important part in the scheme of things (a character who's sees one man's trash is another man's treasure) or is just simply there. Like the scene with the topless chick you gotta have one of those. The leaden direction plays more upon building up an uneasy mood, where the spaced out instrumental music score ominously finds its way in. It's a humdinger. When they hack out the jolts, it's a gruesome display more often that happens off-screen with some choppy editing, plenty of leering killer POV shots or framing the shoes and blood spurting here and there. Some imagination to it (where can you see the killer plug in a drill before using it), but the cheap execution gives it that plain feeling (where the photography is grainy) however it never loses that primitive, nasty streak where it cooks up to a fittingly intense, grimacing finale. The performances are diverting by Laurie Lapinkski, Stephen Sachs, David Snow and a small, but memorable (not for her performance though) debut by Daphne Zuniga.
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