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TOO SCARED TO SCREAM

2 Stars  1982/18/95m

A.k.a. The Doorman

Director: Tony Lo Bianco / Writers: Neil Barbera & Glenn Leopold / Cast: Mike Connors, Anne Archer, Ian McShane, Leon Issac Kennedy, Maureen O’Sullivan, Chet Doherty, Sully Boyar, Karen Rushmore, Victoria Bass, Murray Hamilton, John Heard.

Body Count: 8


Shot in ’82 but unreleased until ’85, this well made but largely void of meaning TV-movie slasher is about a series of bloody murders committed in a Manhattan tower block for well-to-do New Yorkers. And was written by one-half of Hanna Barbera (!)

Is toffy Shakespeare-droning English doorman McShane responsible? Or is it his mute, disabled mom?

Conners and Archer play a pair of cops trying to solve the case, the latter eventually going under cover and, naturally, getting attacked by the knife-toting loon in what is probably the film’s standout scene.

Things all go a bit Psycho towards the end with the emergence of the killer’s identity, with a motive so dumb it’s not even substantial enough to warrant crank phone calls, let alone murdering a bunch of folk you don’t even know!

And that’s about all there is to it story wise.

While it plays with Murder, She Wrote-esque mid-80s-ness, Too Scared to Scream is a surprisingly bloody affair with a surprising number of familiar faces peppered throughout. One for completists.

Stock Background Characters 101: Unrealistically camp gay

In this feature, we examine the lesser beings of the slasher movie realm, which, if you’re making your own slasher film, could provide a good cast roster for you.

No killer or final girl profiles here, this is a celebration of those underlings who made the most of their fleeting flirtation with stardom. And usually died.

This month, be catty, yet fashionable and definitely sexless as we look at
THE UNREALISTICALLY CAMP GAY

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Overview: In movie-world, minorities only ever come in two types: threatening and entirely non-threatening. In these PC-centric times we live in, gone are some of the more offensive stereotypes of gay characters, specifically men (we’ll deal with lesbians another day), where the only plausible style of representation was being a drag queen, a child molester, or a repressed psychopath. These days, it’s all about camp humour. Think Will & Grace & Ghostface.

Linguistic Snapshot: “Oh my God, girls, I tell you that killer better not come after me… Unless he’s Jensen Ackles with a donkey dick and doesn’t get blood on my Prada *squeaky giggle*.”

Styling: The camp gay man must wear tight-fitting clothes that make him appear skinny and weak. He can’t be one of the gym-sculpted Adonises that litter the scene, because they might be mistaken for REAL men and we can’t have that! No, be flaming, be stylish, be a functioning hair-gel addict. Hey, why not try make-up too?

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Hallmarks: After it being communicated to the audience that he is gay, the Unrealistically Camp Gay needn’t do much more. After all, that’s all that’s required on the knowledge front. All that’s left to do is hang around in the background and make occasional razor-sharp quips about the depressingly-dull romantic problems of the main boy and girl, as only THEIR love matters.

Downfall: In days of yore, UCG’s would be quite violently slashed up on screen to appease the assumed hoards of homophobic audience members who like to see “them fags get what they deserve!” While social stance may be a little more progressive, gay characters tend to hang around a little longer, neither being the first to go, nor one of the last. He is a midriff victim (possibly to complement the crop-top he’s likely to have been forced to don by the costume department).

In Venom, Ricky is summarily done in relatively early on, incapably running from the killer (remember, gays can’t run, throw, or lift weights in Hollywood) and having his arm ripped off; super-camp Latino-gay Shawn of 7eventy 5ive, miraculously gets laid by a hot cowboy (an unlikely pairing, but, y’know, gays will do anyone) before almost literally running into the killer’s blade; Fame-dancing Asian-gay Ricky (double minority points!) from Hack! attempts ill-advised martial arts on the killer and is, instead, gunned down. Finally, Timmy, student of Cherry Falls High School and victim of evident high-velocity collision with the Boots cosmetics counter, is afforded an off-screen throat-slashing as one of the primary virgin victims.

Genesis: Early slasher movie gay characters were far more commonly found in red herring roles, suspect because of their “deviant” sexual preferences, that, naturally, go hand in hand with psychotic breaks. One early example, though more incidental than intended, was Radish in Final Exam. Whether the geeky character is supposed to BE gay is a mystery, only Joel S. Rice’s performance at least APPEARS angled towards being the fag for heroine Courtney’s hag. He survives most of the film, is picked on by the macho jock-types, and done in when he tries to warn Courtney of the impending danger.

In the curiously named Canadian export American Nightmare (!?), Dolly the transvestite is the sole “male” victim of a razor-toting loon, who encounters him earlier while escaping and yells a hateful remark in his direction, then later returns to finish the job.

Lastly, and most infamously, is boy-hero Jesse in A Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2: This much analysed entry in the series had an intended subtext of homosexuality, as Freddy Krueger literally “came out” of Jesse’s body at various points to kill schmucks. Eventually, Jesse is saved by the kiss of a girl; hetero-trumps-homo and saves the day. Those who criticise the film for it’s “pro-gay” material are clearly uninformed on what “pro-gay” means… Elm Street 2 doesn’t have much positive to say on the subject. Just check out that S&M-fused gay bar Jesse coincidentally wanders into…

elm2bar2Legacy: In Scream 4, Charlie and Robbie make a point of stating that, in their “rules reversed” theory of modern horror, that the only way to survive a scary movie is to be gay. Nice idea, but yet to be seen in practice.

Until that happens, we stand and watch as gay characters become slightly more evident in the genre, ideally less camp and annoying, and aren’t written as pathetic cowards either.

The gay boys in Bride of Chucky, Venom and The Clown at Midnight are, at least, far more incidental in terms of their sexuality. None of them are able to demonstrate anything on screen, merely colour their hair with peroxide, engage in short-lived conversations about not being straight, and, of course, die summarily.

Elsewhere, gay-produced slasher HellBent may have been largely set in a West Hollywood gay club, but it presented characters of varying campness, from the muscle guy who regrets dressing in drag for Halloween, to the testosterone hemorrhaging sex-pest, and the more sensitive final guy.

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In Scary Movie, the revealed killers are made up of a closet gay teenager and his friend who allows him to suck cock, but who has been the subject of endless gay visual gags throughout the film, culminating in their har-de-har-har ‘position of death’; slumping into a butt-fuck position.

Conclusions: Sadly, it’s still widely believed by the people that produce slasher movies that the audience is strictly limited to heterosexual men interested only in seeing girl-on-girl action when it comes to intonations of anything-but-straight sexualities. The sheer number of fansites, blogs, and even books on horror written by gay men is staggering, what the draw of this largely unsympathetic subgenre is remains to be made clear, perhaps the sense of “outcast-ness” shared with the likes of Laurie Strode or seeing the popular (and probably nasty) kids laid to waste are among viable reasons.

Anyway, we wouldn’t have gotten Hellbent in the 80s (Cruising sure don’t count), so tropes are morphing and changing all the time and, perhaps Charlie and Robbie’s reading will be made fact in the not so distant future.

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Brace yourself

THE DENTIST 2

2.5 Stars  1998/18/94m

“You know the drill.”

Director: Brian Yuzna / Writer: Richard Dana Smith / Cast: Corbin Bernsen, Jillian McWhirter, Jeff Doucette, Susanne Wright, Linda Hoffman, Clint Howard, Lee Dawson, Wendy Robie, Ralph P. Martin, Jim Antonio.

Body Count: 4


Not having seen the first Dentist film, I’m at something of a loss to draw a comparison. However, at this was slasher movie #590 for me, it can’t be too damaging to hazard a few guesses based on what we’re told at the beginning of this sequel.

OCD dentist Dr Alan Feinstone has been rotting away in an institution for killing some patients in Round One (IMDb tells me the body count was four) after going mad when he discovered his wife (Hoffman) was screwing around behind his back.

He breaks out of the looney bin, kidnapping a shrink on route and taking her car. What happens to her is left up in the air, but the body count could reasonably be cranked up by one. He winds up in the small town of Paradise where he acquires a safety deposit box with plenty of cash and aliases awaiting him and attempts to begin a quiet new life there as Dr Larry Caine.

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This plan is thwarted by the affections of pretty neighbour/landlady Jamie, and the haphazard local dentist, who ends up ‘falling down the stairs’ after botching a replacement cap for ‘Larry’. He reluctantly takes over as the new town dentist but soon finds that old habits die hard, especially when Clint Howard stumbles by after hours with a toothache and recognises Larry as Feinstone. He ends up buried under the rose bush.

Jamie’s childhood beau also won’t go away and soon tempers fray, cranking things towards a bloody climax as Larry flips out completely.

Despite not being familiar with this short-lived series, it reminded me of the likes of Devil in the Flesh and The Stepfather sequels; good quality video films that centered around loons trying to hide their deadly desires in the hunt for perfection and/or love. That said, The Dentist 2 isn’t an all-out slasher affair; Caine operates like a serial killer, bumping off people who get in the way or threaten to unmask him.

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The hook being dentistry, there is some absolutely grotesque closeup grue or wayward drills barrelling into teeth and needles sinking into oral flesh. If you’re at all anxious about your visits to the gob-doctor, safe to say avoid this one. The BBFC even cut 51 seconds of the longest oral-torture scene, which for the first time I was actually glad for.

I’m less nervous of dentists now, though the sound of the drill still plays my spine like a xylophone. This one time, a rather untalented doctor screwed up the cap on my front teeth (which I broke aged eight), resulting in an overly long and sharp chomper that I had to FILE DOWN myself with a steel nail file when I got home!

I digress: The Dentist 2 is nicely made, humorous, gruesome in place, and well above adequate on many levels. It just feels horrendously dated, like ten years older than it is. Bernsen is campy, entertaining villain with plenty of industry puns, and even though 14 years have elapsed, I’d certainly be keen to see The Dentist 3.

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Blurbs-of-interest: Yuzna and Bernsen both returned from the original; Bernsen was later in Dead Above Ground; Clint Howard had the title role in the Ice Cream Man.

Twists of fury: Halloween Resurrection

In this feature, Vegan Voorhees examines those jaw-dropping revelations that the slasher film loves to bat our way from the blue, like a pushy parent tossing softballs at a kid who doesn’t want to learn baseball.

Today, let’s share in the absolute disbelief laid at our feet by the truly spectacular revelation at the beginning of Halloween: Resurrection, a.k.a. How Michael Got His Groove Head Back. As ever, SPOILERS ensue…

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Set Up: Laurie Strode (Dame Jamie Lee of Curtis) is holed up in an asylum after it turns out that, at the end of Halloween H20, she DIDN’T lop loon-brother Michael’s head off with an axe at all… He returns, kills her (!) and then sets about terminating a group of teenage ghost hunters participating in a webcast at the olde Myers house.

Twist:  You remember the end of H20 don’t you? Jamie Lee commandeers the meatwagon with Michael’s body in it, knowing full well he won’t actually be dead. He ain’t. There’s a struggle, a crash, and Michael is pinned long enough for Laurie to take an axe and off with his head! No. This is what Resurrection tells us REALLY happened…

It wasn’t Michael. Michael attacked a paramedic, crushed his larynx so he couldn’t speak, and put the mask and boiler suit on him so he could hot-foot it outta there. JLC decapped the wrong dude!

Problems with this revelation:

  • Where the hell to begin? Why didn’t Michael just kill the paramedic, thus giving himself more time to escape before medical examiners found out it wasn’t him?
  • Why would the paramedic move and act EXACTLY like Michael?
  • Why wouldn’t he take the mask off?
  • Busta Rhymes!? No no no no no.

Likely explanation: Desperation. Sheer, greedy, corporate desperation. H20 did much better than predicted and Miramax couldn’t just leave it be with its perfect round-trip-ticket ending could they? They just had to meddle, coming up with the worst resurrection idea since a dog pissed on Freddy Krueger’s grave!

A pitiful twist if ever there was and then followed up by the death of the genre’s most iconic final girl. I’m surprised JLC agreed to take part at all.

However, the rest of Resurrection isn’t half bad – aside from Busta Rhymes of course – providing a workman-like slasher flick trip through to its pointless ending, which was cock-blocked by Rob Zombie’s remake, which just rebooted the whole franchise, making the whole project even more redundant than it already was.

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THE CURSE OF EL CHARRO

2.5 Stars  2005/18/88m

“True evil can never die.”

Director/Writer: Rich Ragsdale / Writers: Ryan R. Johnson & Kevin Ragsdale / Cast: Andrew Bryniarski, Andrew Mia, Heidi Androl, Kathryn Taylor, Kellydawn Malloy, Philip Boyd, Andres Lopez, Matt Prater, Tabitha Stevens, Lyndsay Martin, Eric Unbauer, Danny Trejo (voice).

Body Count: 10

Dire-logue: “You said it, sweet cunt, now get the hell out of here before I get bitchy.”


A so-so, well-pieced together horror flick, which sees a young woman (Mia) – traumatised by nightmares after the suicide of her sister – off on a college road trip to Arizona with three other girls, two of whom are particularly nasty.

They encounter horny freeway cops, creepy locals in a dead end bar, and pick up guys at a club to take back to the secluded villa they’re staying in. Their private party is soon crashed by a blade-wielding, poncho-clad ghost of a murderer, who, it transpires in one of the oddest flashbacks seen in this type of film, has cursed the heroine’s entire bloodline and will merrily kill anyone around her.

There’s an interesting angle adopted in this one and it’s also adorned with an arty credits sequence and better performances than expected, especially considering the one-note characterisation the central cast members are stuck with: There’s the drug-dealing lesbian goth chick and the trash talking ‘token’ black girl (who ends most utterances with ‘bitch’ or ‘girrrrl’), while their friends are much more pleasant. The former, of course, engages in a completely superfluous and sleazy girl-on-girl encounter, which are sadly becoming more and more prevalent in the genre.

Some messy kills – including a neat hand-chop followed by a beheading – and gallons of claret to lap up, but the ineffective climax looks rushed, lacks clarity and is just a bit dumb.

Blurbs-of-interest: Bryniarski – playing the maniac – was Leatherface in both of the Texas Chainsaw re-tools; Trejo – who voiced him – was in Rob Zombie’s Halloween.

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