Midnight

When drunken cop Bert Johnson (Lawrence Tierney) makes sexual advances towards his teenage stepdaughter Nancy (the rather boyish Melanie Verlin), she packs her bags and sets off to see her sister in California, hitching a ride with Tom and Hank (John Hall and Charles Jackson), two college students on their way to Florida (!?!?). After a night camping out under the stars, the trio fall foul of a family of redneck Satanists who are ritually sacrificing young women to try and resurrect their dead mother.

With a screenplay and direction from John A. Russo, writer of seminal horror classic Night of the Living Dead, and make-up effects from genre legend Tom Savini, one might reasonably expect Midnight to deliver the goods in terms of terror and gore, but sadly it fails to deliver on both counts: Russo's script, based on his own novel, suffers from a dreadfully dull first half and the guy is clearly no Romero when calling the shots behind the camera, consistently failing to deliver the requisite chills; Savini also disappoints, his gore FX on this project being far from his best work (I can only presume that he knocked them out on the cheap as a favour to Russo).

It's not all a total loss though: the film's pace picks up considerably once Nancy and pals meet the devil-worshipping backwoods clan (a memorable group consisting of two nutters posing as cops, a demented babe, and a fat guy in dungarees who can't stop laughing), and bonus points are scored for a willingness to tackle the taboo, a few surprisingly brutal deaths, and a cool grind-house vibe achieved through cruddy picture quality and a menacing, lo-fi synthesiser score (the horribly dated theme song, on the other hand, is simply atrocious and only serves to irritate).

5.5 out of 10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.

My review was written in January 1983 after a screening at Liberty theater on Manhattan's 42nd St.

"Midnight" is a 1980 Pittsburgh-made horror thriller which, while lacking the scares of its many competitors, at least varies from the rigid format of recent shockers. Horror novelist John Russo, who scripted the Pittsburgh classic "Night of the Living Dead", develops enough twist on traditional Satanism and road movie formulae to keep the fans interested.

Heroine Nancy Johnson (Melanie Verliin) runs away from home when her cop stepdad (Lawrence Tierney) tries to rape her. Diverted from her goal of joining a sister in California by two young men who pick her up hitchhiking, she becomes a captive of a local family of devil worshipers who slate her for human sacrifice on midnight, Easter Sunday.

Familiar elements herfe include the devil cultist retaining their clan matriarch in mummified form (a la "Psycho") and the usual gimmick of a backwoods family preying on unsuspecting travelers. One switch is the emphasis upon the story's racial angles, with several black victims and local prejudice surfacing against the racially mixed trio on the road.

Special makeup effects by a top artist in the field Tom Savini are effective (particularly a realistic decapitation simulation), but the picture's low budget shows in unatmospheric, routine visuals, amateurish performance in small roles and a 1960s-style music track. Though the premise has heroine and her road buddies headed south, autumn locations (belying Easter Sunday premise) all look similar, evidently filmed within shouting distance of the Pittsburgh home base.

Forties star Lawrence Tierney has fun as the heroine's stepdad, veering from initial comical villainy to a stalwart protector in the final reel. Other leads, many of whom are familiar faces from George A. Romero films, perform functionally.

A young girl who has just ran away from her stepfather after he attempts to force himself onto her runs into a family of backwoods crazies after she hitches a ride from two guys. Better acted then you would expect, with some good scare scenes and some exciting moments, still it suffers from an extremely low budget and starts to run out of steam in the second half. By the time it has reached the finale, it feels cold and by the numbers.

Rated R; Nudity, Graphic Violence, and Profanity.

(**1/2 out of *****) Actually, I'm not quite sure what to think about this movie -- it's very cheap-looking, the original songs have that terrible '70s/'80s cheesiness, it's cruel and sadistic (in the opening, pre-credits scene, for instance, a young girl is caught in a bear trap and beaten to death with a stick!), the acting's mostly pretty weak, and the dialogue is awful (honestly, it couldn't be more stiff if you added heavy starch.) Just the same, there's something so luridly compelling and skin-crawlingly depraved about the whole thing (particularly the second half) that I guess I can understand why it has become something of an underground cult favorite among people like -- well, hell -- among people like me. Nancy Johnson plays a teenager who, after almost getting raped by her alcoholic stepfather (Lawrence Tierney, who ends up being the hero!), runs away from home and is picked up by a couple of young shoplifters (John Hall and Charles Jackson) on their way to Daytona. Unfortunately for them, they get sidetracked along the way in the typical, backwoods, deep-South `town from Hell,' where racist townsfolk, murderous psychopaths and satanic hillbillies (including horror movie vet John Amplas) abound. There are disturbing religious undertones (the movie opens with Johnson, a lapsed Catholic, giving her confessions to a priest) that don't exactly sit well alongside graphic scenes of throats being sliced open and blood being drank at a black mass. Still, there's just enough of a creepy, claustrophobic sort of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" atmosphere to make this one worth sticking out to the grisly finale. The always-resourceful Tom Savini provided the bloody effects (mostly involving long butcher knives and gunshots to heads). Russo also wrote the book (and the screenplay) on which this movie is based, so he has no one to blame for the crummy, stilted dialogue but himself.

HIGHLIGHT: After a so-so first half, the movie takes a nightmarish turn as Johnson finds herself locked up in a dog cage with another girl, waiting to be sacrificed to Satan at midnight on Easter Sunday. Hey, that deserves half a star for some kind of originality.

Extremely low budget, which shows and can be off putting but this film moves with confidence. Scenes may be a little dark or slower than we would like and the dialogue somewhat less than snappy but we have a terrible feeling the tale that is told may not be too far off the mark. Filmed in the backwoods northwest of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, this is bleak looking country and pretty bleak people seem to lurk. There is gleeful and brutal killing for the sake of it and then as we proceed more serious devil worship based cult killing involving the kidnap of girls and their being held in cages awaiting their sacrifice. These later scenes are particularly well done and the lighting, dialogue and performances all seem to be upped a gear as we head to the ending with Lawrence Tierney lumbering across the screen to attempt an heroic rescue after all his own misdeeds.