Directed by:
Joe GiannoneScreenplay:
Joe GiannoneCinematography:
James LemmoComposer:
Stephen HorelickCast:
Gaylen Ross, Tony Fish, Harriet Bass, Jan Claire, Seth Jones, Alex Murphy, Tom Candela, Frederick Neumann, Paul Ehlers, Michael SullivanPlots(1)
Years ago, Madman Marz violently murdered his family only to escape into the woods before his execution could be completed. Legend has it that anyone who calls his name above a whisper can summon him back to continue his bloody rampage. But teenage Richie, away at camp, doesn't believe the old legend and calls his name. As night falls, strange things start happening at camp and soon Madman Marz is back, axe in hand, to finish the killing spree he started decades ago. (Vinegar Syndrome)
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A decent slasher, interchangeable with any other camp slasher (that’s why I don’t like this subgenre very much), with the great advantage that the killer is a massive disfigured bloke with an axe and all the action takes place at night in the woods, so the atmosphere is very good. On the other hand, the plot and the characters are so incredibly stupid and that it’s almost hard to believe what you’re seeing. Fortunately, today hardly any creator would dare make this kind of bollocks. As a tour to yesteryear, however, it’s fine, so three stars.
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“One by one you'll start to fall. Before night is over, I'll get you all..” Scary campfire stories awaken a moldy old man in overalls who neglects his nail care. The actors, chosen via advertisement, are as wooden and hysterical as Wendy in the Overlook Hotel, and a mysterious killer with an axe and a penchant for hanging around mumbles like an old grizzly, occasionally dispatching someone amidst endless minutes of filler, all with atmosphere and believable tension nearing zero. After a scene with a jacuzzi, where breasts made a 0.4-second appearance and the camera romantically circled the lovebirds, I opened the window and shouted into the darkness for Madman Marz to end it already. And that was just the first third. Cult slasher? As they say, "Not even fucking close."
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