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This movie is a bad movie. But after watching an endless series of bad horror movies, I can say that it is a little different from many I have seen. Not in the plot, which is a fairly regular slasher story, but more the way the scenes are cut. Murder Weapon gives us a lot of inane dialogue scenes, but they go on for a lot longer than in most movies of this type. Because of this some of the victims seem slightly less like cardboard cut-outs. Just slightly. I had a difficult time figuring out exactly what was happening at the beginning and kept wondering if certain events were dream sequences. My favorite scene is when two guys are on the run from the killer and take refuge in a car. In the glove compartment, they find a handgun. "Thank you, God!" one of them happily exclaims. That guy's head suddenly looks like a mannequin's head, and it went on for just enough time for me to wonder, "What is that? Where is that mannequin in relation to the two guys in the car?" Then BOOM! The head explodes and I figured out that it was supposed to be one of the guys in the car getting his head shot off with a shotgun. I love that scene, but the movie is a very bad movie. 3/10.

Two friends with mobsters for fathers get out of an asylum and plan a party for all their male admirers, but a psychotic black-gloved killer crashes the party and begins killing them one by bloody one.

Part slasher and part exploitation cheapie, Murder Weapon somehow has both way too much going on and not enough going on. It feels as if most of the script was written by throwing darts at a list of character types, themes, and genres and the overall mix can be a bit mystifying.

It's very hard to hear a lot of the dialogue and film equipment frequently make cameos, but Linnea Quigley is nothing if not dependable, lending a lot of tongue in cheek charm to her role. Some of the makeup effects during the death scenes are very impressive and some are painfully hokey, but that's all part of the fun. Have a few beers, sit back, and enjoy the movie.

I imagine most people watched this for Linnea Quigley, I did. Whilst much of her work is in B movies this is bottom of the barrel stuff.

Her acting is ok and thats just about all of the positives folks. 1st gripe is that the Scenes are far too long, long scenes are fine if you have the right calibre of actors, this would have been better served with more action and shorter scenes. The sound editing is shockingly bad, the music soundtrack is so loud in places that you cannot hear the characters clearly (Although perhaps thats a blessing given the awful dialogue). The first 40 minutes is all over the place and actually kind of confusing with flashbacks sequences and badly written exposition. They did have something to work with when it came to the storyline, it wasn't bad, it was just so terribly executed that a promising idea came to nothing.

I am a fan of low budget trashy movies so I am quite forgiving but this one just didn't work at all. Sadly, not worth your time.

I saw this movie years about 8 years ago when it first came out, and the only memories that I have about it are : 1. That it was awful. 2. That in one scene Linnea Quigley applies suntan lotion to her arms and legs repeatedly for about 15 minutes straight (it seemed that long anyways). 3. One scene where a character gets a sledgehammer rammed into his head. In this scene, when the hammer connects, the head smashes like glass. It's quite bad.

Really a four out of ten film, but the Grateful Dead got mentioned so I gave it an extra star.

Dawn (B movie goddess Linnea Quigley) and her friend Amy ("Tenement" hottie Karen Russell) are the mentally unstable daughters of mobsters. They spend some time in a mental institution before being let back into the real world, and decide to invite a bunch of ex- boyfriends to a party to celebrate. Wouldn't you know it: a mad killer arrives to make mincemeat of the partygoers.

This ultra cheap trashy slasher from writer Ross A. Perron and the prolific David DeCoteau is hard to stick with for a while. It drags like you wouldn't believe, with a lot of set-up to sit through. Much time is devoted to institution flashbacks, with the sexy gals being interviewed by doctors played by Lenny Rose and token big name Lyle Waggoner. Fortunately, DeCoteau is smart enough to include a bit of sex and T & A to break up the tedium. It's also a mild bit of fun to watch a cast that also includes Eric Freeman of "Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2" infamy. But it isn't until late in the game that this gets a lot more amusing. The makeup effects are crude but deliciously over the top. The movie also ends with a pretty decent fire gag. And Linnea and Russell prove quite easy to watch.

A passable time killer for 83 minutes.

Six out of 10.

So bad it's great. It was made at the very end of the 80s but still feels like the quintessential cheesy 80s slasher- it feels very 1986. This movie has an abundance of tits, sex, gore, bad acting, and awful dialogue. So it's perfect if you're looking for something to laugh at.

To celebrate their release from a mental hospital, two hot young girls (played by blonde scream queen Linnea Quigley and sexy brunette Karen Russell) hold a party, inviting their ex-boyfriends (all stud-muffins—this is, after all, a David DeCoteau movie). While the party-goers chill, drink beer, play ball, soak in the pool and have sex with the two girls, someone starts to kill them one by one.

The first forty or so minutes of Murder Weapon are a real test of patience: overly talky, with numerous lengthy flashbacks in which the girls talk to a psychiatrist (played by Lyle Waggoner, Steve Trevor from Wonder Woman), only a smattering of T&A prevents this half of the film from being a total loss (wearing a skimpy bikini, Russell is given a full five minutes to oil her arms and legs).

Then, at roughly the 45 minute mark, a guy gets his head smashed to pulp with a sledgehammer and things pick up a bit from thereon-in; the talky stuff continues, but is now interspersed by sporadic sex and violence. Linnea Quigley strips off and humps a dude, a guy is force fed his own heart (a hand inexplicably erupting from his chest), someone gets a broken champagne bottle in the throat, and another guy is shot in the head. The effects are cheap and trashy, but enthusiastically gory, and the film ends in style with an impressive full body burn stunt, the killer doused with petrol and set on fire.

Overall, an unexceptional late '80s slasher, but worth persevering with for the inept but juicy deaths, and Quigley's sex scene. 5.5 out of 10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.

This fun slasher was made when the slasher craze was going out of style.

But it's still enjoyable. From the cheesy dialogue, Linnea Quigley and Karen Russell getting naked, and the very gory death scenes made this movie very entertaining. I'm a fan of Linnea's she never fails to entertain me. Her dialogue that she is always given is so hilarious. She's a great comedian. Anyway, I give this movie a 9! Great cheesy fun!

Though a bit confusing at times.

Linnea and Karen are two friends who throw a party inviting their ex-boyfriends. I love this movie, both ladies have nude scenes, there are a couple of bloody effects, and funny one liners. At times it might seem slow, but once the bodies start dropping it becomes really interesting.

the most interesting thing about this awful piece of trash is that there are three people in the credits with the last name "Squatpump". taking into consideration that "Betty Flinstone" and "Wilma Rubble" are also listed, i looked on the trusty imdb to see if these "Squatpumps" were real, and it does indeed seem that yolanda (the matriarch of the clan?) has a few more credits under her belt, including "The Usual Suspects", and may therefore actually exist. but back to the film: the wordless, pointless 10-minute intro actually made me wonder if the filmmakers couldn't afford sound equipment. the next scene, an agonizingly long dialogue scene between linnea quigley and her shrink, proved that yes, they did have sound equipment, but that they had apparently lost their sets, as the scene apparently takes place in a black hole.

so i actually continued watching this crap. and about an hour later i was treated to a downright hilarious sledgehammer-(mannequin)-head-beating and an even better shotgun-to-the-(mannequin)-head death. ultimately one of the frizzy-haired psycho girls killed everybody, apparently. i don't know. i actually was more entertained picturing david decoteau, who directed under the odd alias "Ellen Cabot", showing up to the set every day in a smart grey skirt suit and sensible shoes (as, in my mind, someone named Ellen Cabot would).

Perhaps one of the more conspicuously neglected 80s slashers is the feverishly titillating, terminally top-popping, Linnea Quigley produced sledgehammer-savage, sensationally sleazy slasher 'Murder Weapon', wherein two wickedly wholesome B-Movie babes organize a 'coming out of the psycho ward' party, as you do, and this perfectly perky pair of blissfully bikini-clad horror hotties do the nasty with their beer-boozy beaus, and very soon this fearlessly frothy beer bash turns terror-toxic, as it would appear that one especially perfidious party goer has taken the 'party till you drop' maxim to its more luridly logical conclusion! B-movie impresario David DeCoteau's blithely blood-soaked, bra-burstingly bonkers 'Murder Weapon' is a crudely effective, wide-scream 80s slasher starring the dazzlingly delicious, drop-dead gorgeous Linnea Quigley!!!

I can't believe that Quigley would want to produce this awful gore-slasher film! Badly acted, badly plotted and bad special effects! I'm surprised that former "Carol Burnett Show" co-star Lyle Waggoner would participate in this film as a counsellor. And there's also Cheesy B-movie star Karen Russell who plays Quigley's sister. And there's an actor that I'm sure played the Santa Clause killer in "Silent Night, Deadly Night 2", with a different name. Well this movie didn't hit theatre's no doubt, and it was made when the slasher craze was going out of style, until Wes Craven brought it all back in 1996 with "Scream", now that's a movie that Quigley should've produced! She was better in movies like "Return of the Living Dead", "Night of the Demons", and "Sorrority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama!"

My review was written in January 1990 after watching the film on Cinema Home Video cassette.

From the makers of "Deadly Embrace" comes another minimalist video feature, aimed squarely at fans ol scream queen Linnea Quigley. Static, talky nature of this cheapie is a big drawback.

Incomprehensible plot line, which is unusually scatterbrained even for the video thriller genre, has Quigley and buxom Karen Russell as nutcases let loose from the asylum who invite some boys over for a party. Some maniac is killing off the boys and the bogus ending comes as no surprise.

Before then, the star (who also produced) removes her clothes for some sexy footage, while Russell is uncharacteristically prudish this time out.

Script crudely establishes that both heroines come from gangster families, but little is made of this irrelevant plot peg. Executive producer David DeCoteau, directing as "Ellen Cabot", fails to generate much humor or campiness here. Likewise, guest star Lyle Waggoner has little to do in his token role as a shrink.

Tech credits are threadbare, with a confusing editing structure and many scenes consisting of simply talking heads.

In MURDER WEAPON, Dawn (Linnea Quigley!) and Amy (Karen Russell) are released from a mental hospital in order to sun themselves a lot. Dr. Lyle Waggoner appears in a dream, proving that his stint on Wonder Woman was no fluke.

A quartet of male models stop by for a mindless chat-o-thon. When guys number five and six appear, we know we're in Director David DeCoteau country.

Soon, a rubber head is destroyed via sledgehammer, and disconnected things happen to various people for no real reason. Dawn's shredded shirt ensemble seems to appear and disappear at will! Odd, pseudo sex occurs, and another rubber head explodes.

BOOM!

At one point, the director vanishes, leaving a hard-boiled egg in charge of the camera.

A true gauntlet to run, even for those addicted to cinematic agony...