Written and directed by Ric La Monte. Starring J. LaRose, Bill Cobbs, Jenn Sterger, Sylvia Boykin, Georgia Chris, Ashley Totin, Justin Smith, Randy Molnar and Michael Berryman.
Plot: 20 some years after a doctor does some horrible experiments, a group of people get stuck in his closed down asylum with a deformed freak
Now, I am going to give away the entire story because that’s all I know how to do to truly explain this movie. So….
28 years ago, Dr. Newman (Molnar) was doing experiments on psych patients, but then his wife got pregnant with twins and demanding he stop. Mostly to save money for her babies. But there’s this Nurse Tinsley (Boykin), who is crazier than the doctor and injects something into the wife, negatively affecting one of the twins. When she gives birth, it’s to a healthy girl and a deformed son that they immediately whisk away.
Skip to present day, a group of people, including five deaf kids and their aids and teachers, get rained into the old asylum. First only two girls disappear, but then another person and another person and so on and so on until they all see the “freak” and realize it’s him that’s snatching and killing people.
The whole time it’s taking itself far too seriously. If it had played around a bit more it could have been one of those so-bad-they’re-good movies, but it wasn’t. First time we saw the “freak” though, we were pleasantly surprised that he looked so terrible and terrific at the same time. And the only reason I keep putting “freak” in quotations is because he’s a deformed man, he’s not a freak. His motive is poor. Not all deformed or disabled people go out killing people. That’s just not how life works.
Anywho, on with the story. Nurse Tinsley shows up at the asylum and sees the van for the deaf kids and gets worried, so she calls the cops. This is so out of character, I don’t understand at all. And later on, of course, one of the center’s workers, Liz, finds out she’s the deformed man’s sister. Like we didn’t see that coming. At first she wants to try to talk to him, to reason with him, but then she lets Jeff (LaRose) kill him, so there goes even more character continuity.
At the end, it turns out that the doctor has been alive this whole time and under the care of Nurse Tinsley, who for some reason, is not arrested. So, she collects a sample of Adam’s (the “freak”) blood and tells the doctor that they can make another just like him. Like WTF? Why would you want to you sick little thing?
We were pretty mad at this movie for being so ridiculous. And we didn’t like the “freak” motive as I mentioned before. There were no rules, it was unrealistic and the opening was quite confusing while the end was just nasty. We don’t recommend.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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