Directed by Peter Rader. Written by Peter C. Jensen and Gayle Jensen. Starring Eric Foster, Kim Valentine, Len Lesser, Ida Lee and Brinke Stevens.
Plot: an orphaned brother and sister move in with their grandparents and begin to suspect them of murder.
With their mother already deceased, 2 siblings, David (Foster) and Lynn (Valentine) lose their father and must move in with their maternal grandparents. The first night there, David has a horrific nightmare that he sees his grandparents kill a woman. Meanwhile, David keeps seeing a strange homeless woman (Stevens) on the side of the road.
Later, a man’s body turns up in the lake. And a weirdo named Kenny basically assaults Lynn at the pool, but then she talks to her friend about what a good kisser he is so I guess it’s all okay. Then, it gets really weird.
Later, David sees his grandfather beat the homeless woman and put her body in a fridge. This time it’s real. Meanwhile, Lynn goes out with Kenny, but they break down, so she goes back to the house early and finds David with the homeless woman, who it turns out isn’t dead. She’s just handcuffed to a car. Hysterically enough, she attacks David once she gets loose, but they aren’t aware that she’s there mother. Who was never dead. She’d just been in an institution for years and years and is now a lot crazy.
Cat and mouse ensues. She chases them through the orange grove then back to the house, where they accidentally shoot Kenny believing it’s her. You know, one of those shoot through the door and ask questions later things. The cops eventually come and take David to the hospital, but I guess his mother gets away because in the end, he sneaks out of the hospital to go home all alone. There, he sees his grandfather killing his mother and proclaiming that no one will find out that David is actually his son. Yes. David’s grandfather is his father as well. So, David picks up an axe and hacks him to death with it. The End.
To me, it was almost so bad it was good, but DJ nearly hated it. It is laughable. Quite hysterical. But there was no gore. Everything was done off camera mostly. It was unrealistic and there were no rules. Also, did the grandmother know that her husband was raping their daughter and drove her insane? Was she in on killings? And was Lynn also the grandfather’s daughter? None of these things were explained. I say give it a go though. DJ does not.
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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