The Manson Family Massacre

Just a bad movie. Time jumping like crazy with no real story, completely made up other than the name Manson.

This latest retread of the manson murders is more interested in following a musician living in the cielo drive house years after the tate murders with just a few long flashbacks to the familiar events of 1969. the film moves at a dreamy pace for the most part and seems to trying to ape polanski films like repulsion and the tenant but then come outbursts of brutal violence which skirt the borders of good taste. the story is like two films thrown together one about a musician losing her mind and the other a period biopic so the tone is all over the map sometimes. but some good acting and convincing violence prevent this latest manson offering from slipping into total mediocrity.

The worst kind of exploitation. Andrew Jones is rivaling Johannes Roberts for the worst British Horror film director crown and his exploitative eye and sheer proliferation means he is winning the fight.

A keen eye, Jones probably saw that Tarantino was making a Manson movie (or at least a film that featured Manson) and made his own.

A tenuous 90s story, lifted from Trent Reznor renting the famous address at Cielo Drive to record in, binds together a haphazard story about evil spirits and negative energy. Flashbacks aplenty allow for a scenery chewer to shout in a Manson beard at people equally poorly cast. Nothing of the cult, the charisma and complex entanglements of hatred nor the complexities of what need Manson filled in his followers is investigated.

It is about stabbings, and when they come they are...well, hilarious...and that is in-spite of it actually having happened to various people in real life. The acting is so low grade, the framing and composition of shot so botched that the moments of violence create nothing but snigger.

As with all horror hacks the director plunders the classics, the Texas Chainsaw camera snap and whine are stolen here and used without real thought.

As with most sub-generic smut based on true crime there is a coda that features a re-telling of the outcome of the events shown, but the pinnacle of bad taste is the 'tribute' pictures of the actual victims that ends the credit sequence - this is a tribute to no-one. Something so cynical cannot be. While I have many issues with Once Upon A Time In Hollywood at least the title belies the construction, it is a fairy tale that offers the representations of the victims a happy ending after of years of myth making and counter myth. That is doing something different with a story re-told and re-told. This holds no lofty goals rather it appears to scramble for a few dollars falling from the Tarantino tree.

Andrew Jones is to be admired in many ways, he has cultivated a career for himself that few others have but quality seems very low on his list of concerns.

One positive - it is much better than 'Bundy and the Green River Killer', truly one of the worst films ever made.

This film could've been an easy 5 or 6 stars but the plot was all jumbled and I don't think the separate three time lines worked in the end. If it had just stayed with the manson part of the story it would have been better off. In the end im only giving this three stars because I liked the actor that played manson. Also lee bane is in this and he was alright to.

I didn't really follow the main plot points very well. I fell asleep watching and didn't really care to watch it again the next day. Nothing really happens in the film. It jumps about from past to present and back again. It doesn't really tell the story of anything.