Terror Night

Every once in a while, someone decides that there needs to be another movie about horny teens going somewhere to get butchered. Still, "Terror Night" (also called "Bloody Movie") does put an interesting spin on that motif. In this case, the house of 1920s movie star Lance Hayward is getting repossessed by the city; Hayward disappeared from the public eye many years earlier. Anyway, some typical '80s teens opt to go there for the night, and...well, you can probably guess what happens to them, especially since two of them are fiddling around in the bathtub when they first appear in the movie.

What makes this slasher movie a little different is the fact that a number of old B-actors appear in it. John Ireland plays Lance Hayward, but Aldo Ray plays a homeless man and Alan Hale plays a security guard. Personally, I wish that Alan Hale could have gotten more screen time, so that he could have maybe assumed his Skipper persona. Maybe they could have brought in the other Castaways to irk him. Oh well.

Also, when the murders happen, they use scenes from Lance Hayward's movies to show the murders. Considering that horror veteran Andre De Toth (House of Wax) was involved in this movie, it makes sense that it would be a little different.

The optimist in me likes to believe that every cheap and low-rated horror movie must at least have one good reason to give it a chance! In case of "Bloody Movie" (or "Terror Night", if you prefer), there are several reasons, but the most obvious one is the massive time lapse between the wrap of production (in 1987) and the inconspicuous release (in 2004). The simple fact that the film remained shelved for nearly 20 years, allegedly due to issues regarding the legal rights of the used stock footage, already makes it intriguing enough for avid horror geeks to seek it out. It also means that, since "Bloody Movie" features a lot of ageing cult/horror actors in small cameo roles, practically half of the entire cast was already dead by the time the film finally saw the light of day officially; - including the uncredited co-director André de Toth!

That's interesting, to say the least, but even if you don't have a bizarre fetish for weird trivia, "Bloody Movie" is a fun, gory and surprisingly original slice of typical 80s horror. The basic premise of an actual (horror) film star going berserk and embarking on an actual killing spree has perhaps been done before ("Theater of Blood", "Frightmare", "Fade to Black", ...) but "Bloody Movie" definitely adds something unique. The killer - Lance Hayworth - is supposedly a 90-year-old idol from the silent film era, who mysteriously vanished 20 years ago already, but returned now that real estate sharks are planning to knock down his old but prestigious Hollywood mansion. Unfortunately for them, six youngsters and a horny biker couple also decided to perpetrate into Hayworth's old house the same night.

The murders are, apart from delightfully gruesome, very creative because each of them is meant to be a homage to one of Hayworth's silent film classics. He thus uses a variety of awesome weapons (spears, spikes, bow & arrow, picket fences, ...) and the murders are interspersed with stock footage and clips from old swashbuckler films, which I personally thought was a nice touch. The names of the B-movie legends in the cast are attractive, but don't be misled. Cameron Mitchell, for instance, is in the film for exactly three minutes (between minute 1h09 - 1h12) and also the appearances of Aldo Ray, Dan "Grizzly Addams" Haggerty, and Alan Hale Jr. are extremely brief. Even John Ireland, as the culprit, only steps in during the third act of the film and he's barely recognizable. One cast member who does show herself prominently, on the other hand, is the gorgeous Michelle Bauer with a long and joyfully gratuitous full-frontal nudity scene! Her ravishing body, the catchy opening song and the fair amount of good 80s gore make "Bloody Movie" a worthwhile and recommendable slasher!

Released on an inexpensive DVD as "Bloody Movie" and an even cheaper DVD under its original title, perhaps people will get a chance to see this one. It's not bad!

A 1920s film star who never made it to sound pictures hasn't been seen for years, since he sold the rights to his films (he'd bought them all) to television. Think Errol Flynn, and in fact clips from his films are shown and his estate is thanked in the credits.

People get killed in ways people died in the star's movies. During the killings, clips from relevant pictures are shown, as well as the poster for the movie, and piles of still from it. The killer is dressed as "The Gaucho" and kills people with a Zorro-like blade, etc.

Two bikers, and a group of young people separately break into the star's estate, and they too get killed. The star would be 90 if he is still alive....

Really pretty enjoyable. The older stars in the movie: Alan Hale, Cameron Mitchell, etc. have only brief cameos.

Lance Hayward's Terror Night was one of the surprisingly large amounts of slasher movies that inexplicably vanished from existence very soon after it was initially unleashed in the eighties. Actually, whilst trying unrewardingly to search out some information on the flick's production, I came across a statement from notorious B-movie mogul Fred Olen Ray - that said it never even acquired an US release. I guess that would of course, explain why it seems to have completely disappeared from cinema history. If it wasn't for the odd user comment posted on the IMDb or the fact that I managed to track down a copy (without a cover), I'd be inclined to believe that it was still laying in a vault somewhere, waiting for a label to pick it up for circulation. Information on whether or not it was shelved would be much appreciated from anyone who knows the facts of its history. I'm starting to believe that it may have surfaced briefly outside America only, which explains the reader's reviews and the fact that this copy has Dutch subtitles. If that is the case, and it was withheld in its country of origin, then it's pretty hard to imagine a reason why it never gained the exposure it deserved. It really isn't all that bad - certainly no worse than the majority of bottom-of-the-barrel genre-pieces that were appearing around '87. It's a damn site better than schlocksters like The Last Slumber Party or the incredibly awful Blood Lake turned out to be. On top of that, it's a lot more original.

Nick Marino's splatter opus even boasts one or two alluring qualities that may have allowed it to garner cult status, if it was given the proper chances. Firstly, legendary one-eyed filmmaker Andre De Toth supposedly shot a few scenes and offered his overall guidance to the director; and secondly it plays a great deal like a more successful and charmingly remembered horror film from the early eighties, Fade to Black. Although a few of the necessary trappings were firmly in place, FTB wasn't really a slasher movie by any length of chalk. It was mainly notable for a brief early appearance from Mickey Rourke, just before he hit the big time with Diner and Rumble Fish respectively. This on the other hand, is stalk and slash to the core, but chucks in a few winsome alterations to the traditional formula that I actually found fairly engaging. There's a few imaginative murders, some great disguises for the killer and even a brief cameo from grumpy old horror movie favourite, Cameron Mitchell. Amusingly enough, he's billed as the star, even though he turns up for two minutes tops, and then disappears quicker than a rabbit with an amphetamine addiction. He later made a lucrative habit of showing up and sodding off in slashers like Memorial Valley Massacre and Jack-O. In fact, the only genre movies that he could have rightly been credited as any kind of lead were The Toolbox Murders and The Demon. At least in both of those, he actually bothered to hang around for more than a snippet of dialogue or two.

After a neat credit sequence that's deliberately modelled on those of late '20s cinema, (it even includes a corny 'rag-time' melody a la Al Jolson!), we leap headfirst into the action. We're shown a dilapidated mansion that once housed legendary Hollywood screen star Lance Hayward. Hayward was immensely popular in his day, starring in a number of successful hit-movies before he retired and disappeared into seclusion. Attempts to track down the actor's whereabouts have been unsuccessful. Some say that he relocated to Switzerland and changed his name, while others believe that he must have passed on to the big IL' silver screen in the sky. It's unlikely that he's still alive and kicking, as nowadays he would be over ninety years old. Due to the authority's failure to track him down, a real-estate agent and a Lawyer have arranged to meet at the property and negotiate the building's sale. They plan to demolish what's left of the once beautiful abode, so that they can use the space to develop something more useful than the ageing eyesore.

First of the two to turn up is the estate agent, only he's a little early, so instead of waiting with the amiable 'security guard' (who really doesn't look too reassuring); he decides inexplicably to drive out into the dense forest that surrounds the grounds and wait amongst the trees. Of course, in a slasher movie, lone-trips into the woodland usually mean that someone's about to suffer a painful death; - and this one certainly isn't trying to break the mould in that respect either! A psycho that's dressed in prohibition-era gangster attire, jumps out of the bushes and clumps the unlucky fellow on the back of the neck, effectively knocking him to the ground. He drags the unconscious guy over to a tree and ties his arms around the trunk, before attaching his legs to the rear bumper of his automobile. The luckless seller awakens just in time to learn that he's about to be ripped in half by a totally out of period Frank Nitti impersonator, with some serious animosities towards estate agents! The actual murder (which is nice and gooey) is mixed with stock footage that we later learn is a collection of scenes from Hayward's history of movie-making. As in the tradition of Fade to Black, each murder is themed by one of his fictional screen credits, and he wears a prominent guise for each bloody deed.

The Lawyer shows up and the security guard stops him to reminisce about a flick called The Mobster and The Lady, in which Lance's character killed a 'rat' using exactly the same methods that we just saw rehashed on that decidedly unfortunate visitor. It's beginning to look like the star has returned to forcibly reclaim his property, and he's not willing to negotiate the sale possibilities with any money-snatching property-developers. But admittedly, his reappearance does kind of beg the question: If this guy's meant to be in his nineties, then I can't really see him being too much of an agile homicidal maniac. 'The psychotic geriatric' doesn't exactly sound terrifying, does it? I know that Michael Myers' slo-mo stalking was creepy, but maybe a Zimmer-frame is taking things just a little bit too far?

Following the discussion, the guard is sent home and the attorney meets a sticky end courtesy of a spear through the stomach. Again, the slaughter is inter-cut with scenes from one of Hayward's previous cinematic successes, this time it was 'Pride of the Bengal Lancers'! Just so that no one thinks that we're watching a sequel to that cheesy old anti-estate agent slasher, Open House; we meet a gang of typical eighties teens - all hairspray and heavy metal - that chuck us into more formulaic and instantly recognisable territory. Every one of the six youngsters is little more than an overused cliché, from the nerdy movie-geek to the loud-mouthed insensitive pair that look certain to suffer a gruesome fate for their apparent over-brashness. They all meet up at an apartment where the six-O-clock news plays on the television, and the major topic is the fate of Lance Hayward's estate. One dim-witted bimbo that's sure to regret the extent of her imagination comes up with the idea that they should drive up to the house and take one last look around before it's bulldozed into oblivion. They all agree on the plan and pile aboard Todd's van for the journey. Unbeknown to them, there's already a pair of rowdy rockers with very similar motivation en-route to the mansion, which takes the body count possibilities up to a whopping eight should-be victims…

Whilst heading up to the foreboding mansion they bump into a drunken hobo (Aldo Ray) who's staggering around the grounds, giving us his best Crazy Ralph impersonation. He stops to incoherently warn the youngsters that there's a murderous psychopath roaming the woodland, before donating some corn syrup to Hayward, who this time is cunningly dressed as a Pirate. Of course, his warnings don't do much to discourage the eager beavers, and neither does the sure to be surviving girl's brief sightings of an ominous shape lurking suspiciously between the trees. They carry on up to the property and discover that a window has already been broken to summon them inside the intriguing location. Once they've entered, they find plenty of nostalgic memorabilia littering the vast foreboding rooms and a few patent signs that they're not alone, which (of course) they fail to take into account. Before long, each of them comes up with a comical reason to take a fateful stroll that (of course) only leads them back to their agent's hopeful waiting list. On their journey into obscurity, they meet up with the resident psychopath and suffer one of his fairly imaginative ideas for cinematic slaughter...

As I said previously, Terror Night is un-deserving of its impossible to locate status. To be honest, I found it to be a mindlessly diverting splatter romp, with a few authentic elements that work to its credit. It's fairly gooey in places and the killer's vast array of slaughter methods and themed-disguises were distinguished and actually quite enjoyable. I especially liked the armour, which was used to a similar effect by David Hess in that underrated slasher from 1980 - To all a Goodnight. The masked-desperado and Robin Hood were two other humorous camouflages, and there's a big enough bloodbath for him to don an impressive number of costumes. The use of old movies to accompany the murders was an interesting touch; although I must admit that I'm considering the fact that these additions may have had something to do with the flick's total disappearance. The end-credits do not acknowledge that the footage was borrowed from old Douglas Fairbanks movies, and one has to wonder whether Marino infringed a few copyright issues, which eventually resulted in the film being shelved? It's only an assumption, but I'm pretty sure that something must have landed this otherwise promising debut - deep into troubled waters. Although the synopsis of 'teens exploring a derelict abode' may sound tediously formulaic, things don't follow suit as closely as you'd expect from a regular genre-piece. Instead of just keeping the traditional surviving heroine, it takes a completely different root, which of course I won't spoil for you.

Unfortunately, it isn't plain sailing all the way through, and Terror Night does suffer a few too many conspicuous flaws. It's inadequately lighted to the point of frustration in places, and it lacks the visual gloss that made a few of its counterparts more memorable. The most obvious blemish that plagues this faded armour is the fact that it doesn't even bother to solve the mystery that was built throughout the runtime. We never get a comprehensible answer as to what Lance Hayward actually was. Even after the conclusion, we still never learn if he's a ghost, a zombie or just a normal bloke blessed with extremely youthful looks for a ninety-year-old? The intriguing cast looked about as inspired as a geriatric tortoise, which proved to be a real disappointment considering the strength of the possibilities. I mean, how many slasher flicks can you name that boast Michelle Bauer and porn starlet Jamie Summers stark naked as the eye candy, while regular cult slummers like Cameron Mitchell and John Ireland provide the grizzled leather? It seemed that even the more seasoned actors like Dan Haggerty and Aldo Ray had swallowed a lump of ham before reluctantly signing up for this little beauty. But no amount of sloppy dramatics or lazy lighting could prepare me for the shockingly miss-placed final scene, which breaks all boundaries of nonsensical narrative to helm a close that's…well, 'bizarre' just isn't a strong enough description. Obviously I won't be a pooper and ruin it all for you, so I'll just leave you with a little clue: What would a psychotic 'thespian' do that Jason Voorhees couldn't? It was 'jaw to the floor' time once again, I can tell ya!

Terror Night is one of the few slasher movies that had the potential to be a lot better than it eventually ended up, but somehow lost its way between the months of pre-production and the final days of shooting. It's a shame that we'll probably never find out how it might have turned out if it had achieved a better backing from a bigger studio. To be honest, this looks as if it may have suffered a bit of a muddled production, and the fact that it took two directors to finish it invites even more of a twist to the conundrum. Still, for fans looking for an extremely rare genre-piece, it does deliver the goods on a few levels. It's packed to the brim with hokey gore and there's some excessive nudity that always interests fans of exploitation. It's just that it never really manages to excel above moderately watchable. Shame really

Standard no-bud horror set-up - group of young adults providing the body-count after trespassing in old mansion - given enough quirk & energy to sustain interest. Plot centres around "Lance Haywood" former screen idol presumed dead: Haywood kills each person according to different film roles. Great cast - Jamie Summers in bubblebath - Michelle Bauer running around naked - body ripped in half during opening minutes - sepia flashbacks to killer's past screen glories - slashed-up headbanger fights to death with Haywood in knight's armour - movie posters of Haywood's films & confusing/indifferent ending. It's like FADE TO BLACK with great sub-Priest Metal Cheese from Surgical Steel!!!