Slasher-Hybrids & Urban Legends: Aids Mary

The Legend: A traveling business man meets a beautiful blond in a night club and invites her to his room for an evening of carnal delights. When the man awakes the next morning he discovers his overnight companion has vanished but left a message, “Welcome to the Wonderful World of Aids”, written in lipstick on the bathroom mirror. After contacting the police, the man learns he is the eighth victim of Aids Mary, a vengeful woman who intentionally spreads the disease to healthy men.

The Aids Mary urban legend first surfaced around 1986 and quickly went global. When she wasn’t busy hunting men in the US, Aids Mary found victims in Canada, France, and Sweden. Versions of the legend appeared in Playboy, Ann Landers’ syndicated advice column, and several major newspapers across the US which only helped to feed the hysteria over a non-existent woman.

At the height of her popularity as societal boogieman, Aids Mary was investigated by the FBI and the Center for Disease Control. In Curses! Broiled Again! The Hottest Urban Legends, Jan Harold Brunvand details Aids Mary’s exploits and reveals he was contacted by a special agent with the FBI due to a rumor concerning a young agent’s encounter with the mysterious woman. Many people in the FBI knew the story but none of them could find the supposed victim. The CDC also had trouble finding Aids Mary or her numerous alleged victims. Brunvand tried to easy fears by refuting the Aids Mary stories in his column “Urban Legends”.

Eventually, Mary faded from public consciousness and was replaced by Aids Harry, a nefarious rogue who targets beautiful women on vacation in exotic locations. Instead of leaving a message on a mirror, Harry gives his victims a can of coffee with a note reading “Here’s something to help you on your sleepless nights. Welcome to the Aids club!”

The Film: City in Panic

This scummy little hybrid-slasher was filmed in Toronto, one of the locations sometimes mentioned in the Aids Mary urban legend. The film takes several liberties with Mary’s story, the biggest one being Mary punishes men with a knife. The writing on a mirror motif is absent since Mary leaves her message, a giant M, carved into her victims’ flesh. Also missing is the seduction angle. This Mary finds the men in a vulnerable state and goes to town on them with that big pig sticker.

Trans World Entertainment marketed City in Panic in 1987 as a suspense thriller so it didn’t appear in the horror sections of some video stores. The film mixes police procedural elements with murder scenes lifted from famous slashers. The opening kill is straight out of Psycho but with the guy in the shower. The castration scene from I Spit on Your Grave is duplicated with a night watchman looking for some glory hole action in a public bathroom. Mary dresses a lot like the killer in Schizoid when she goes a hunting.

City in Panic is a sleazy hybrid-slasher guaranteed to offend just about everyone who watches it. Just when you think director Robert Bouvier hits the bottom of the barrel, Bouvier picks up the barrel and digs in the muck underneath. The terrible actors, dialog, and plot add an extra layer of slime to the “I can’t believe they just did that” nature of the film. At one point in the film, Aids Mary hallucinates while she is attacking a victim. The pleading man is replaced by an image of Mary’s dead husband holding a baby’s skeleton. While the husband taunts Mary, the dead baby begins to wave at the camera. Sadly, the zombie fetus shows more enthusiasm than any of the living actors on screen.

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Slasher-Hybrid Month: 10 To Midnight (1983)

With their potential high return on low investment, slasher movies became the must-make sub-genre on every studio’s production slate in the early 80’s. It was only a matter of time before studios began hedging their bets, injecting slasher tropes into other film styles.

In 1983, The Canon Group released its slasher-infused 10 to Midnight, a Charles Bronson police thriller directed by frequent Bronson collaborator J. Lee Thompson. Thompson was no stranger to the slasher genre, having directed Happy Birthday to Me two years earlier. This time around, the Scooby Doo finale is set aside as Bronson’s cop character is newly partnered with a younger, less experienced though brainy cop played by Andrew (The Fury) Stevens. They’re on a trail of a serial killer (Gene Davis, brother of Brad) who does his wet work in the nude. Things get more complicated when the killer targets Bronson’s student nurse daughter (Lisa Eilbacher from Bad Ronald and Leviathan), just as she’s starting a serious flirtation with Stevens.

While 10 to Midnight isn’t particularly scary or suspenseful, it’s an entertainingly seedy movie. The bloody stalk-and-slash scenes are more Toolbox Murders than Halloween, but they’re effective on their own terms. The leads all deliver solid performances, while some of the supporting actors are a little more iffy. Bronson is always reliable, and Davis, who offered another ballsy performance in Cruising, appears nude frequently throughout the film, as do several of his victims. TV prints offer up an underwear-clad version for happy family viewing. As a villain, Davis’ Warren Stacy character is clever, creepy, and the type of jerk you love to hate. The script by William Roberts moves briskly, tying its slasher, cop and romantic storylines together seamlessly, though it tends toward the crudely juvenile in its dialogue. Some choice examples:

Bronson (explaining the killer’s motive): “Anybody who does something like this, his knife has got to be his penis.”

Reporter to Bronson, dismissing a statement given by the Chief of Police: “I could fart a better statement than that.”

And Eilbacher flirting with Stevens: “Maybe we should check your prostate.”

Um, yeah.

Criticized for its perceived misogyny (a hot topic in regard to slasher movies at the time), and in particular for a scene that bears similarities to the student nurse murders committed by real-life serial killer Richard Speck, 10 to Midnight did well at the box office. Today, it’s readily available on a MGM disc, and it can be enjoyed as the sleazy, era-specific cop thriller and slasher hybrid it is.

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June is Slasher-Hybrid Month at Retro Slashers!

Not to be confused with quasi-slashers, which are movies with vague slasher elements (in which case, I’m pretty sure every single horror movie and serial killer thriller would be valid), slasher-hybrids are films that specifically combine the slasher film with an outside genre but can exist in both worlds on their own merits.

One example is Without Warning (1980), which uses the slasher structure to a T – random killings, bodies stashed to be discovered by the heroes, prime whodunnit paranoia – but drops in an alien monster (played by Kevin Peter Hall, who would later play pretty much the same role in Predator!). Another example is Silent Rage (1982) starring Chuck Norris, where The Beard fights an indestructible proto-Terminator who keeps on coming back. This one combines action elements within a slasher framework – and yes, there’s roundhouse kicking. And hopefully I don’t have to tell you about the incredible Maximum Overdrive (1986) directed by Stephen King – a slasher movie where trucks, vehicles and even a soda vending machine are the killer! Thank the lord Stevie boy was nose-deep in coke or that flick wouldn’t be nearly as goofy and awesome.

Some movies even attempt to combine multiple types of film, like Future Kill (1985, review) which uses a chase movie scenario to bolster its slasher trappings, while also integrating post-apocalyptic styled mayhem.

With hybrid-slashers, it’s the mish-mash of separate genres that make for fun watching. We plan on offering reviews and articles from our senior writers that will bring to light some of these combos. By no means will June necessarily feature only slasher-hybrid coverage, but I was looking for a way to provide more consistency instead of segregating our top contributions to the small window of theme weeks. We’ll give it a try, anyhow.

What are your favorite slasher-hybrids and what genres do they criss-cross?


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Small Screen Slashers: Fantasies (1982)

Soap Operas and horror movies have a lot more in common than one would think. Both have rabid and loyal fanbases, chock-full of completists who either have to see every movie or every episode of their favorite genre. As we all know, many actors such as Eileen Davidson (House on Sorority Row, Young and the Restless) and Kelli Maroney (Zero Boys, Ryan’s Hope) made names for themselves in both the soap and horror world. And did you know that Richard Backus, the star of Deathdream was also a writer for As the World Turns, One Life to Live and Days of Our Lives? Or that Robert Guza who wrote Curtains and Prom Night is also a stalwart daytime screenwriting vet? And lest we forget to mention that both horror and daytime TV have been known to have their fair share of violence and melodrama! I was just thinking this the other day, right before I heard they had cancelled my “story,” One Life to Live. Of course my world was shaken, but I was also reminded of Fantasies and its wonderful mixture of soapy goodness inside the slasher blueprint.

Suzanne Pleshette plays Carla Webber, the gravelly voiced, sarcastic creator of a nightly primetime soap called Middleton, USA. Inspired by the own melodrama of her divorce, the series takes Carla from repressed housewife to network tycoon in just a couple of years (much to the chagrin of her ex). She’s one of those superwomen characters who seem unstoppable… until someone starts picking off her cast members one by one.

Fantasies aired on ABC in 1982 and I remember staying up late to catch it. Anybody who watched love in the afternoon during this era will recognize many daytime faces, such as Robin Mattson, Stuart Damon, Peter Bergman and the hunky Robert S. Woods, and this film does a nice job of paying as much homage to the then-popular serial soaps as it does to the newly popular slasher subgenre. Of course, this is made for TV, so it might be a bit tame for some gorehounds, but the beloved cast does meet some rather brutal ends. As with many TV films, the kills are spaced farther apart and the film spends a good portion of time concentrating on the police procedurals, but mostly the detective (played by Barry Newman) flirts with Carla, and those scenes are clever and playful and only add to the fun of Fantasies.

I don’t know why Fantasies has remained in obscurity. Being the huge TV movie nut I am I can say this is definitely one of the best entries of the 80s. It follows the slasher blueprint almost perfectly, with lots of killer POV shots and the masked marauder even strikes a discordant hum while stalking his prey. The big reveal at the end seems almost like an afterthought, as the killer seems like a rather random choice. But the actual end-end is extremely clever and plays up the genre-within-a-genre-within-a-film-within-a-film, giving a big wink to the audience. While I love my horror films, I love my soaps just as much, and perhaps Suzanne Pleshette even more, so Fantasies was kind of an Amanda By Night fantasy. I know, all my daydreams are TV-14!

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Under The Knife: Dissecting The Slashers

Written by David Boyle.

As a horror fan I’m grateful for the long line of films that have drawn me to the most unyielding sectors of reality— and my imagination.  Every time I go to see a scary movie, I find myself reliving the exact moment when I first felt a cold surge of fear shoot up my spine.  That sensation, which many easily shaken movie-goers deem uncomfortable and downright grotesque, has left me with a willingness to be pushed over the frightful edge again and again.  An absurd notion, you think? Am I crazy?  Yes… a little.

For me horror is a subject of endless intrigue.  My fascination with bone-shuddering themes runs deeper than you can imagine, yet I consider myself a sane and optimistic individual.  When I was just a little boy I knew very little about what would provoke my mind to wander into unpredictable places.  As an adolescent I locked myself in my room and watched videos slathered with disturbing imagery.  I absorbed their substance and survived unscathed, uncorrupted by the pretend violence and gruesomeness.  Still, I had no idea what kind of person I would turn out to be, but I was cognizant of this:  After being exposed to a wide range of cinema I would never be the same.  I became a creature of a harmless addiction: slasher films.

I’d like to pay tribute to ten of these films.  Each of them in its own way has had a profound effect on me as a fan—and as a writer.  No matter how many movies I see, I will always reserve a special place on my video rack for these diamonds of the darkness.  Here’s a list of slashers that have kept me awake at night staring at my own shadow.

#10—“When a Stranger Calls,” 1979, written by Fred Walton and Steve Feke, directed by Fred Walton:
I’ll never forget listening to the phone ring on the babysitter’s end table in her clients’ living room while the kids are asleep upstairs.  As I sank deeper into my chair, the anxiety of what was to come ravaged my entire body, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. The relative silence on the other end of the line was creepy.  The wispy breathing dragged me deeper into the babysitter’s quandary.  What did the caller want? Why was he toying with her? Viewers could easily put themselves in that situation, in that exact house, at that precise hour. The first half of this film had me gnawing at my fingernails.  Various camera angles were used to establish the layout of the house and draw attention to its dark corridors and foreboding staircases.  These particular details weren’t frightening in and of themselves; it was the mere idea of what lurked beyond them that clawed at my mind. Each time the phone rang my heart leapt and I screamed at the screen: “Don’t answer that, are you crazy?”  Deep down I had to understand that if actress Carol Kane neglected to answer the phone there wouldn’t be a movie now, would there?  Eventually she picks up the phone and listens to the dreadful enunciation of five chilling words: “Have you checked the children?”

The suspense in this film will have you squirming in your seat.  Though this picture has surpassed the three decade mark, the plot is still vital and often recycled today— the sign of a classic.  This movie (as well as the next one on my list) made telephones a formidable horror foe.  I have used phones liberally in my storytelling, but I could never hope to match or exceed the mastery of “Stranger.”  On the other hand, I cannot deny its influence.

#9—“Black Christmas,” 1974, written by Roy Moore, directed by Bob Clark:
This film is similar to “When a Stranger Calls”: a deranged caller torments his victims—in this case, the girls of a sorority house on a snowy evening.  The striking difference between this film and the former is that in “Christmas” the caller’s dialogue is exceedingly more obnoxious and obscene, almost demonic.  Olivia Hussey, whose character is on the receiving end of the vile phone calls, gives an extraordinary performance; her fear of the voice over the phone, her expressive body language, helps anchor the plot.   For many years the comparisons between this movie and “Stranger” have recurred. But make no mistake: this flick stands proudly on its own merit.  I remember seeing it for the first time; I just couldn’t believe that fans weren’t talking about it, hyping it up like they do these days for inferior films.  For some reason “Black Christmas” has been overlooked by genre pundits, but it delivers plenty of real-life scares.   The writing here is taut, the direction on point.  Few films of the like have been able to match “Black’s” intensity without over-the-top violence and bloodshed.  Movies of this kind would inspire any writer or filmmaker—it did the trick for me.

#8—“Wrong Turn,” 2003, written by Alan B. McElroy, directed by Rob Schmidt:
In addition to Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s Eliza Dushku, this terrifying film featured credible acting from a cast of virtual unknowns whose characters are trying to survive being tracked in the woods and murdered by a group of deformed men. “Wrong Turn” is ridden with tense moments and first-rate makeup effects by monster creator extraordinaire Stan Winston.  These are characters that viewers can relate to—and even like, something lacking in horror films of the last decade.   I was also impressed by the director’s refusal to sprinkle the film with superfluous nudity, a temptation many directors succumb to when they have an attractive cast (in this case one of them a popular TV personality).  Instead he kept his story gripping and methodically paced—a wise choice indeed.  I applaud all the people behind the scenes who made this lurid tale one of my recent favorites.

#7—“The Stepfather,” 1987, written by Carolyn Lefcourt, Brian Garfield, and Donald E. Westlake, directed by Joseph Ruben:
One of Terry O’ Quinn’s finest performances.  His character runs the gamut from being a loving family man to expressing sheer lunacy.  In many scenes O’Quinn seamlessly changes character, and his transition from cheerful to nefarious is acting at its finest.  “The Stepfather” manages to depict a typical suburban family living in a harmonious community and then cleverly injects an unthinkable element of dementia.   Unfortunately, the impact this film has had on the genre is often dismissed by horror aficionados.  I don’t understand why. Maybe it’s because the story isn’t set in the woods or the villain’s face isn’t obscured by a mask.  Who knows why die-hards infrequently mention this film among the best of the crop. But if you stop and think about all the great psychos of our generation, I’m sure many of them have been modeled after Jerry Blake.   This flick has it all: poignant story, wonderful setting, fine acting, and a level of mystery that may haunt the viewer for a lifetime.

#6—“Jeepers Creepers,” 2001, written and directed by Victor Salva:
Another example of horror excellence without gratuitous sex or an A-list cast.  Once Darry (Justin Long) sees “the creeper” dumping a body into a tube “Jeepers” gets off to a hasty start, submerging the audience in the depths of the macabre.  “Creepers” was well conceived and adeptly executed.  Several aspects of the story functioned to the film’s benefit: the strange looking but lightning fast truck, the strong cast led by Justin Long and Gina Philips (who play siblings), and one of the most repugnant and agile monsters (Jonathan Breck is the man behind the costume) you will ever see on the big screen.   The only element of the film that I didn’t care for was the creature having wings and being able to fly, a device that for me leans too close to the supernatural/fantasy realm.  However, “Jeepers Creepers” is a sure-fire knockout laced with high tension, plentiful gore, and pulse-pounding action—a rollercoaster of terror not to be ignored.

#5—“High Tension,” 2003, written by Alexandre Aja and Gregory Lavasseur, directed by Alexandre Aja:
As a writer and long-time horror fan I can say that this journey into madness is bound to unnerve anyone.  Prior to seeing this movie it had been quite a while since I’d been so rattled by a slasher film, one that had my heart thundering and palms sweating for ninety minutes straight.  I remember seeing this in a theater.  That night the auditorium was practically empty.  What a loss for those who stayed home.

“High Tension” is skillfully paced, and I was immediately engrossed in the story.  The killer practically announces his arrival by ringing the doorbell of a country home in the middle of the night just seconds before he embarks on a slaughterfest. Surprisingly the movie has minimal dialogue: the plot advances by sustaining a predominantly visual thread of unbridled dread.  Fans who decide to check this one out better remember that Aja is not a director who’s reluctant to graphically expose the abominable.  The tension throughout this film is merciless (I believe the title says it all).  HT has widespread gore and intense stalking sequences, carefully developed scenes of cat and mouse between killer and heroine.  Even though it was a theatrical underdog (limited release, lackluster reviews, no promotion, poor box office), I believe that “High Tension” revitalized the slasher domain and, over time, steadily earned the respect of fans, even horror’s most demanding viewers.  “High Tension” placed Aja on the horror map and awarded him opportunities to write and direct other scary films, including a remake of Wes Craven’s “The Hills Have Eyes”—(Craven, after having seen Alex’s film, asked him to freshen up some of his catalogue.)

I’ve watched countless horror films over the last four decades, and I can say without a doubt that Alexandre Aja, should he continue his reign of grisliness on the silver screen, has the potential to become one of horror’s greatest storytellers.  As a writer and fan I am enthusiastically cheering him on.  I recall, verbatim, the words I said while leaving the theater after having seen “High Tension”: “Somebody finally understands real horror.”

#4—“Psycho,” 1960, written by Joseph Stefano, novel by Robert Bloch, directed by Alfred Hitchcock:
When it comes to discussing tales of shock and suspense, you can’t have a list without Alfred Hitchcock on it.  Horror’s most pious fans consider “Psycho” to be the godfather of slashers.   I consider it a cinematic masterpiece.  It had everything a powerful movie should have: superb acting—strong leads and a convincing supporting cast; an eerie setting—Bates’ Motel; and an intricate plot: a man dressing up as a woman and pretending to be his own mother, embodying split personalities without complicating the story or clouding the film’s overall tone.  Filmmakers today are still trying to achieve the camera angles Hitchcock used during shooting—Gus Van Sant, who remade this film back in 1998, mentioned his inability to ascertain those specific perspectives.

“Psycho” of course is renowned for the famous slaying of Janet Leigh in the shower, a surprise killing of a major star within the first thirty minutes of the film.  This Hitchcock favorite still inspires filmmakers today, and Norman Bates has become an archetype for current genre madmen.   When I think of “Psycho” I silently utter these words: “I only wish I could write something that dynamic.”

#3—“Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” 1974, written by Tobe Hooper and Kim Henkel, directed by Tobe Hooper:
Combine a mask wearing psychopath and a chainsaw and you get a smorgasbord of wicked carnage.  This film is unique: it introduces the chainsaw to the slasher weaponry.  The growling of the machine being started is enough to make anyone tremble.   That power tool seems to evoke a universal psychosis, and when Hooper brainstormed the idea for this film, aside from using serial killer Ed Gein as a reference point, he must have known the best way to send us running for our lives. TCM is responsible for bringing the crazy backwoods family to the forefront and for arming many villains with outrageous weapons.  It also helps to account for the populace’s fascination with serial killers.  This movie gave me nightmares, more than I can count—or want to.  Every time I hear the roar of a chainsaw in real life, I flashback to the end of the movie when Leatherface is chasing the heroine and swinging the saw in circles, dancing with it like a monster who clearly savors the ways in which he plans on maiming his target.   “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” screams horror at its purest, its rawest, its most visceral.  “Massacre’s” indelible mark on the genre will never be forgotten; it will continue to influence writers and filmmakers for years to come.

#2—“Friday the 13th,” written by Victor Miller, directed by Sean Cunningham:
Even though in the original film he only makes a brief flashback appearance at Camp Crystal Lake, Jason Voorhees is a horror icon, his story one of the most legendary campfire tales.  Why is that, you ask?  Because isolating a bunch of kids in a cabin in the woods amongst the unknown is a reliable premise for the ideal spooky story. The killing in “The 13th” has been left in the hands of Jason’s mother, a woman who seeks revenge against the camp counselors for letting her son drown—or did he?  “Friday” is one of those films that has gone through many changes, most notably the mask.  One of our favorite on screen maniacs has chosen different looks to conceal his hideousness, among them the potato sack and the infamous hockey mask.  Jason’s hockey mask has become the international symbol of horror, the beckoning peak at the top of the slasher-film mountain.  When you’ve reached the apex and have experienced its aura firsthand you are part of a unique family.

When the original “Friday” hit the big screen in 1980, I remember writhing in my seat to that familiar soundtrack, ch-ch-ch-ch-ch—translation: Kill-kill-kill-ma-ma-me. If you made that noise at a party or anywhere else, it was instantly identified.  Composer Harry Manfredini’s spine-tingling score has left a stamp on one of horror’s crowning achievements.

The acting in this film complements the story, especially the work of screen veteran Betsy Palmer.   Fans had realistic characters to invest their fears in and plenty of suspense to test their bladder control.  Thanks to “Friday” the world also got to meet one of America’s beloved actors, the esteemed Kevin Bacon.  Unlike many thespians that look back forlornly on getting a big break in horror, Mr. Bacon has always spoken highly about his roots and is proud of his contribution to a film we hold close to our hearts—and I too share a pride in “Friday the 13th.”

#1—“Halloween,” 1978, written by John Carpenter and Debra Hill, directed by John Carpenter:
To me this picture is horror’s greatest triumph.  It has occupied a special place in my heart ever since it left me breathless as a young boy.   I recall watching this twisted jewel with a bunch of friends at my parents’ house.  When the movie was over nobody had the guts to walk home alone.  Around every dark corner and behind every large caliper tree we suspected “the shape” to emerge with a razor-sharp machete.

“Halloween” is the prototype of the slasher film.  Michael Myers’s influence has spawned more copycats than a trendy boy band.  No one has ever topped this film (sorry Rob Zombie).  I’d like to clear something up before horror zealots become enraged.  I did enjoy Zombie’s version of the classic but I’d like to draw a contrast to a specific aspect that no one has touched on hitherto.  When I left the theater after seeing Rob’s movie, I recall thinking this:  His Michael Myers, portrayed by Tyler Mane, although much taller and more muscular than the original played by Nick Castle, is not nearly as intimidating as the shape in Carpenter’s story.  The first film didn’t rely on excess brutality or blood-spilling to demonstrate the protagonist’s virility and malevolence.  The story itself, in conjunction with a virtuoso performance by Donald Pleasence, punctuates the sinister undertones of the plot.  “Halloween” is not a tale revered for its gore and extreme violence; rather, it is recognized and marveled at for its consistent tension, a robotic-moving evil presence, and a simple yet ominous musical score.  For over thirty years, viewers have trembled at Myers’s heavy breathing, his white mask, and his utter lack of motive.  Every move Michael makes is cunningly executed, his attacks are calculated and impossible to evade— although Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) does a commendable job of grappling with her nemesis until help arrives.

For me October 31st will never be the same without hearing those keyboard notes, the tones that comprise the catchy background music.  This film is the reason why I became a horror fan, and it’s wholly responsible for my embarking on a writing career and starting in the horror field.  I’m repeatedly waving the “Halloween” flag at every opportunity.  I wish I could meet Carpenter one day and shake his hand and thank him for giving me a lifetime of sweetly dangerous memories.  If you claim to be a horror fan and haven’t seen “Halloween” perhaps the wrong wires in your brain have crossed and you will need to get your priorities in order.  Just kidding. Still, you should get moving and head over to your local video store and snatch this one up.

The entire horror community owes John Carpenter a monstrous round of applause.  His work makes me proud to be a fan of our beloved genre.  And when squeamish audiences condescend to slasher films, as is often the case, this film usually backs them into a corner and demands apologies.  The horror in “Halloween” is real.  It is tangible.  It preys upon everything that makes us cringe as humans.  Some part of Michael Myers, regardless of how miniscule or elusive, lives inside us all.  Most of us look in the mirror and ponder, however briefly, what we see.  Myers put on a mask and carried out his own orders, followed his own impulses.  And don’t forget one thing: The shape is returning to Haddonfield soon, and his knife is sharper than ever.

Well, there you have it— a list of the horror flicks that started it all for me.  I’ve given some thought as to why I’m so hooked on this kind of horror in particular.  You see, unlike supernaturally driven stories, slasher themes require the characters to face the bad guy in the flesh; to stand their ground or be harmed… or killed.  And if they’re going to survive the horrendous situations before them they must act resourcefully and exercise intelligence, without spells or tonics or special powers or voodoo or anything else synonymous with the fantastic.  Confrontations in slasher films are won or lost by physical strength, courage, and prowess.  We are all afraid of the boogeyman, of strangers, of Internet prowlers, of people who seem too nice or too good to be true— anybody with stalker potential.  Slasher films show us what happens when our thoughts and judgments mislead us, what the consequences are when we’re not paying attention to life’s eeriest nuances.  Despite being belittled by mainstream audiences, slasher films often present us with virtuous characters overcoming the odds under tremendous pressure, victorious in the face of danger.  And it’s something that horror devotees, myself included, have fun watching.

Thanks for listening to my points of view.  As I’ve said before, this is a list of films that have influenced me most.  Without extensive research I could provide you with hundreds more that have scared me senseless, but my purpose here was to narrow down the roster.  I hope you’ve enjoyed our journey through some of horror’s finest creations.  All you have to do now is run to the video store, grab some copies off the shelf, and get your popcorn. And make sure that when you shriek the neighbors can hear you!  Sweet dreams.

David Boyle can be found at www.myspace.com/davidbfear

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Final Exam (1981) Review

The students of Lanier College have more than exams to worry about. A slasher armed with a butcher knife is stalking the corridors of academia. Only the survivors get to exempt this test.

Final Exam could have been just another generic campus slasher but is saved by bizarre camera angles, an oddball but loveable cast, and a heavy helping of Southern Charm. Don’t think of Final Exam as slow moving. It moves at a leisurely pace, to be sure, but Jimmy Huston is breathing life into his characters before they’re gutted by the nameless killer. These victims have enough dimension to make them more than just another campus slut, wallflower, geek, and dumb jock.

Slasher fans will enjoy watching Sherry Willis-Burch’s performance as Janet, the bubble headed blonde. It’s a far cry from her nerdy Vivia in Killer Party. Joel S. Rice is a scene stealer as Radish, the geek obsessed with serial killers. Wildman (Ralph Brown) provides a testosterone filled counter balance to Radish’s 80 pound weakling. Cecile Bagdadi’s performance as Courtney, the heroine, gets lost in her long hair. During the final confrontation, Bagdadi has to constantly push her hair back so she can see the killer before stabbing him.

A few problems keep Final Exam from being a really good slasher. The first half is more of a college drama. The only soap opera elements missing are a pregnancy scare and an outbreak of venereal disease on campus. Killer (Timothy L. Raynor) has no name, background, or motivation. He’s just a big guy with a knife. This lack of character development really robs the film of suspense and tension. The viewer is waiting for a payoff that never comes.

Final Exam may not be the most terrifying campus slasher ever filmed but it still manages to be funny and entertaining. Fans of gallows humor will find plenty to chuckle over. A quick example: The statistic quoting geek decides to become a hero to save the woman he loves, only to become another statistic. Sherry Willis-Burch has one of the funnier lines: “I’m still happy. It’s just I’m depressed.” Posters for Murder is My Beat, Tool Box Murders, and The Corpse Grinders can be seen in Radish’s dorm room.




Final Exam is coming to DVD from Scorpion Releasing between September 2011-March 2012.

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The House on Sorority Row (1983) Review


There is something so sumptuous and lush about Mark Rosman’s directorial debut, The House on Sorority Row. If you’ve ever heard the phrase “classy slashers”, they must have been referring to this beautiful horror film. From the music to the women to the photography, House gets it just about perfect.

The movie starts out with what we are to assume was a still birth. Years later, the woman who had the child, Mrs. Slater (Lois Kelso Hunt) is now a House Mother to some fairly snobby girls who are preparing to graduate and embark on the real world. The wanton lasses decided to throw a party in the house but Mrs. Slater will not be engaging in shenanigans in her own abode. That’s when Vicki (Eileen Davidson), who’s had just about enough of Slater’s pretense, comes up with this wildly idiotic prank to prove who the real boss is. By accident (isn’t it always by accident?), the girls murder Mrs. Slater (or so we think) and in a fit of pure panic devise a scheme to hide the body until the party is over. Well, that’s when Slater goes MIA and so do the girls… one by one.

The House on Sorority Row is an opulent little movie that reminds one that if Hitchcock were allowed to do an all out 80s slasher, this is the film he might make. Rosman was a protégé of Brian DePalma’s so it doesn’t really take much imagination to figure out why the film looks so gorgeous. It has been argued that the slasher sub-genre was really just an Americanization of the popular Giallo format from Italy. Although most slashers tended to dump the whodunit angle or they approached it in such a haphazard way, it really had no effect at all. House on the other hand, has enough twists to keep fans of thrillers happy as well. Even the gore, although pretty shocking in a scene or two, is really toned down in favor of the story (but there’s still a pretty nifty head in the toilet scene to keep gorehounds happy!).

All of the actresses are great… well almost all of them. There is one particular blonde bombshell that is just a bit over the top. Fans of the film know that I speak of Morgan (Jodi Draigie). She has about three lines in the movie and does a fancy cross-eye death scene and man, does she leave a mark! This would be Jodi’s only film, and even though she’s, uh, different, the attempt is genuine enough that Morgan becomes more of an endearing character than an annoying one. And she does a moment or two of choice nudity, so we love the girl, don’t we? The stand out performances belong to Kate McNeil, Harley Kozak and Eileen Davidson, who embodies the Bitch-From-Hell to perfection.

Why The House on Sorority Row became one of the lesser known entries in the sub-genre is another mystery worthy of Hitchcock. I couldn’t say why this movie doesn’t have a more voracious following but it’s a sure fire choice for fans of creepy movies and those looking to convert the uninitiated.


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The House on Sorority Row is coming to DVD from Scorpion Releasing between September 2011-March 2012.

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Retro Slashers Interview: Scorpion Releasing

With the recent news of Scorpion Releasing’s slasher titles on tap for DVD – Humongous, House on Sorority Row, Final Exam, The Carpenter, The Incubus and American Nightmares as well as other genre titles – Retro Slashers conducted a brief q&a with company president Walter Olsen (yes, brother of Bill Olsen who runs Code Red – unearthing horror must run in the family).

Retro Slashers: Can you say if any release dates are already set, or what order the discs will come out in?

Scorpion: Final Exam and Devil Within Her are set for September, with October being Humongous, Nothing But The Night, and perhaps one more (one we haven’t announced yet), and House on Sorority Row and Carpenter will kick start November.

Retro Slashers: House on Sorority Row was most recently released in 2009 – with this being the third edition, what similarities or differences will it have?

Scorpion: Sorority is now a brand new HD master from the original InterNegative, and will be a progressive scan encode, unlike the previous Liberation DVD edition. We already have 3 new on-camera interviews (actress Harley Jane Kozak, composer Richard Band. and producer Igor Kantor), and are trying to do more, plus all previous extras from the earlier editions are being carried over. We also have about three TV spots that I believe the other DVD editions did not have.

Retro Slashers: Any chance of getting Michael Ironside for a commentary track or interview for American Nightmare? Ditto Wings Hauser for The Carpenter?

Scorpion: I tried to get Wings Hauser, but never heard back from him nor his representative, and same with Ironside. But as they say, never say never. American Nightmare will feature an audio commentary with Producer Paul Lynch moderated by Katarina.

Retro Slashers: Will Final Exam be a reissue of the BCI’s version?

Scorpion: Not really. Ours is a new master in HD from the original negatives, and we also have a new audio commentary with the producer Myron Meisel that is moderated by Katarina and it is quite informative. And, of course, all previous extras will be there as well.

Retro Slashers: Humongous‘ video release was very dark, and many have speculated if that was the photography or the video transfer. Can you settle that for us?

Scorpion: Little bit of both, as the director wanted it to be a bit dark, but not as dark as the video. That was just a bad video job.

Retro Slashers: What sort of extras do you hope to assemble for The Incubus?

Scorpion: We cant say what for now, but we are arranging some on-camera interviews as we speak.

Retro Slashers: Lastly, how much will your horror hostess Katarina be a part of these releases?

Scorpion: She does a small skit in character, an intro before the film, and after the film ends, she does an epilogue. She does not interrupt these films in any way, and if you want to skip her segments altogether, you can, by clicking the play film option on the menu. And unlike some other horror hostesses, Katarina also moderates all the new audio commentaries. It was a delight to see someone who has made a name for herself in WWE and TNA want to speak with these filmmakers and ask them questions.

Scorpion Releasing can be found on the internet at www.scorpionreleasing.com.

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The Incubus (1982) Review

A rapist is stalking the quiet streets of Galen. The town doctor (John Cassavetes) and sheriff (John Ireland) are horrified by the vicious crimes and perplexed by the strange evidence left at the crime scenes. The doctor discovers the attacks only occur when Tim, his daughter’s boyfriend, has nightmares. Is Tim responsible, or is there a more sinister force at work?

A word of warning to slasher fans. The rape scenes in The Incubus aren’t designed for cheap titillation like those found in a Troma film. These rapes are brutal. The screams of the actresses portraying victims makes the scenes even more realistic and disturbing. If such imagery angers you, then look elsewhere for your slasher thrills.

John Cassavetes is miscast as a small town doctor. His bedside manner includes yelling and slapping patients. It doesn’t matter how traumatized a patient is because he gives them all the same diagnosis, “You’ll be alright.” Still, Cassavetes is the best actor in the cast. Ireland just stands around looking helpless.

John Hough’s direction is the spark that makes The Incubus shine. Camera angles get stranger as the plot grows weirder. Writer George Franklin throws in a wicked twist ending, but fills the story with unresolved subplots and stale dialog. An incestuous relationship between doctor and daughter, the doc’s involvement in a lover’s death, and witchcraft are just a few of the open ended storylines. We never learn how the killer picks victims, either.

Even though The Incubus has a number of suspenseful moments and a crazy yet entertaining star, the brutality of the rape scenes make it a difficult film to watch. The film’s final blood drenched image carries the emotional impact of a punch to the stomach.





The Incubus is coming to DVD from Scorpion Releasing between September 2011-March 2012.

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American Nightmare (1983) Review

What do you get when you disguise a Canadian movie as an American slasher flick when it’s really more like an Italian giallo? You get American Nightmare, a 1983 stripper-stalker directed by Don (The Haunting of Lisa, Mrs. Ashboro’s Cat) McBrearty.

A concert pianist searches for his missing sister. His search leads him first to his estranged father – a rich and influential TV station owner who cares little for his offspring – and then into the nighttime world of strippers, hookers and pimps. He meets and falls for his sister’s roommate, a stripper, and together they continue the search for the missing woman, only to discover that she was involved in a blackmail scheme that’s been going seriously… and bloodily… off the rails.

What American Nightmare does best is to somewhat subtly explore the gap between those considered successful and therefore socially acceptable, and society’s outsiders. Without stopping to preach, it indicates that the traits we associate with one group are sometimes better attributed to the other, and only when the two factions work together can things get better.

That’s all great and good, I hear you say, but does it deliver the goods? The answer is a qualified sort of. Swapping the black leather gloves traditionally found in giallo for the latex medical variety, there are a couple of extended stalk scenes that generate some suspense. The attacks are a bit bloody, but they are of the blood-tube-down-the-back-of-the-prop-knife sort, rather than a Savini-style magic trick. The killer’s identity is about a 7.5 out of 10 on the easy scale, but much like a romantic comedy, it’s how you get to the obvious end that counts here. Despite that, the killer’s reveal is a satisfying one.

Lawrence Day is a bit bland as the piano-playing hero, but Lora (Risky Business, Freddy’s Nightmares) Staley as the stripper turned sleuth is a standout with definite acting chops and a likeable personality that comes across onscreen. Also a standout is Lenore (Happy Birthday to Me, Visiting Hours) Zann in a stripper-who-can’t-quit-the-biz red herring subplot. Zann is an actress who is adept at getting the viewer to care about her wounded though likeable characters. Michael (Scanners, Starship Troopers; here billed as Mike) Ironside is also on hand in a thankless and plot-padding role as a cop assigned to the case. He and Zann memorably appeared together in Visiting Hours, though here the two don’t share any screen time. Genre vet Paul (Prom Night, My Bloody Valentine) Zaza also delivers another effective though early score.

Produced by Paul Lynch who would go on to direct Prom Night and Humongous, American Nightmare was made in 1981, and didn’t see release until 1983. Despite the title, its Canadian roots are given away by the “aboot”-for-“about” accents, and I swear you can see Toronto’s landmark CN Tower clearly in the background during the film’s climax. Overall, it’s more of a thriller than a straight-ahead slasher flick; it also bares more breasts than blood. But American Nightmare is interesting as a hybrid of slasher and giallo with a couple of key characters (Staley, Zann) who make you care about what’s going on, and a thoughtful subtext (that’s right, you heard me) that adds meat to the mystery.

American Nightmare is coming to DVD from Scorpion Releasing between September 2011-March 2012.

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