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"Quite possibly the sleaziest film ever made in Britain". These aren't my words but a quote from a certain I.Q. Hunter, who's a respectable author and acclaimed cult cinema expert. Mr. Hunter was a guest at the local film festival in my country and provided this film – as well as a few other flamboyant British horror outings – with an interesting foreword. This man surely knows what he talks about and I definitely enjoyed listening to the trivia items that he shared with the audience, but I'm really not sure if I agree with this review's opening statement. "Killer's Moon" is a sleazy piece of work, no argument there, but I still don't think it compares to – for example - "House of Whipcord", "Prey" or "Inseminoid". What struck me most about "Killer's Moon" is how much better and more significant it easily could have been… This film doesn't necessarily require a bigger budget, nor a more professional cast or even more action/atmosphere. It already has everything, only a slightly more skillful direction and a bit of coherence in the script would have been welcome. The ramshackle bus of a school of choir girls and their two uptight teachers breaks down in the middle of the godforsaken English countryside, and they are forced to spend the night in a castle-hotel that normally is closed for the season. Not a problem, you'd think, except for the fact that four escaped asylum patients are at large in the area. As a result of oddball drug-experiments, these four are high on LSD and under the impression they tripping around in a dream. They break into the hotel and joyously begin raping, murdering and philosophizing, whilst the shrinking group of girls seeks the help of two tough campers. It's a rather preposterous and laughable to assume that mental patients are fed LSD as treatment, let alone that they can freely run around without any kind of authorities searching for them. There are numerous of other improbabilities in the script, like characters suddenly vanishing and that sort of stuff, but I advise not to let them bother you too much. Furthermore "Killer's Moon" is stuffed with gratuitous nudity and "incorrect" misogynic dialogs ("you were only raped, as long as you don't tell anyone about it you'll be alright. You just pretend it never happened"), like a truly rancid product of the late 70's ought to be! Writer/director Alan Birkinshaw's decision to dress up the four lunatics and let them behave exactly like Alex DeLarge and his companions in "A Clockwork Orange" is either a funny homage or a shameless imitation, I don't know. My guess is that it was just a silly idea that popped up in his mind, like the heroic three-legged dog.

Four mental patients -- who, due to unauthorized experiments, believe they are living in a dream and have shed all moral imperatives -- escape and find their way to the nearest bus-load of stranded schoolgirls.

What makes this film interesting for me, besides the ethical questions (can the killers be held accountable if they think they are dreaming), is the music. Along with a jazzy version of "Three Blind Mice", we have some music that is dreamlike (appropriately) and also quite moody and dark (also appropriate). It was, for me, the difference between the movie being bad and good.

Due to its (fake) animal cruelty and dismissive attitude towards rape, the film has been called "the most tasteless movie in British cinema history." While that is surely an exaggeration, I do think these elements helped give it the cult following it apparently now has. I can see it being mocked by people in a loving way.

Drugs, psychopathic criminals, underage sex - it's all going on in this low-budget British shocker. One of the schoolgirls is played by Jane Haydon, sister of horror legend Linda (most famous perhaps for her role as Angel Blake in 'Blood on Satan's Claw').

A busload of stranded girls spend the night in an unfinished hotel 'in the wilds of nowhere', where nearby asylum inmates, tanked up with LSD as part of their experimental therapy, escape and cause horrific carnage.

The escaped inmates' atrocities are very much in the style of the ultra-violence on display in 'The Clockwork Orange', where this film takes a lot of its cues - especially main escapee Mr. Trubshawe (David Jackson - possibly most famous for playing Gan early on in BBC TV space opera Blake's 7). Apart from the subject matter being distinctly unsavoury, there is a lack of pace to the proceedings.

Some of dialogue is alarming. "See - you're better," one girl assures her friend who has just been raped, when she accepts a cup of coffee.

With all this going on, events are surprisingly slow and turgid. Never quite aspiring to the disturbing levels of 'A Clockwork Orange', this is ultimately an average rip-off. My score is 5 out of 10.

Very much a film of slashed throats and ripped off blouses, Killer's Moon bluntly punctuated what was a rather dismal year for British horror movies (think The Cat and the Canary, Dominique and The Legacy). Its exactly the sort of film a minor sexploitation director dragging a cast of nobodies into the Lake District for an inept hotchpotch of A Clockwork Orange, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Please Sir would make. Four homicidal maniacs Mr Smith, Mr Jones, Mr Muldoon and Mr Trubshaw all modelled on A Clockwork Orange's droogs escape from a cottage asylum into the Lake District. Since they've all been treated on LSD dream therapy, they believe everything to be a dream and thus feel free to indulge in drug fuelled sex and murder fantasies. Coincidences find a bunch of 70's sitcom characters as potential fodder for them -an American jogger, a bunch of campers, the Scottish gamekeeper, the Cockney bus driver `they're all mard round ‘ere', the pompous school-marm and a busload of dubious schoolgirls. When the schoolgirl's bus breaks down on the way to a choir contest they're forced to stay in an off season hotel run by an elderly eccentric while outside minor characters stumble off to their deaths `why would anyone kill a gamekeeper with an axe?'. When the maniacs come out of the shadows to siege the hotel they are revealed as the most unashamedly over the top hams since the days of Tod Slaughter, they're really into the proceedings, cackling, growling and grimacing and are soon desperate to get their drug addled paws on the schoolgirls, who despite being cast in the St Trinian mode of carrying teddies and being prone to renditions of Greensleeves are nothing more than Wardour Street starlets cast mainly for glamour nudity. Most of the enjoyment though has to come from the dialogue thats looks as if it was written under the same treatment as its psychopaths. Watch as RADA never weres tackle gems of un-pc dialogue like `look you were only raped if you don't tell anyone about it you'll be alright' and `if we ever get out of this alive well maybe we'll both live to be be wives and mothers'. Amidst the sex and violence, Killer's Moon gradually transforms into a twisted music hall pantomime with girlies chased around the hotel, the help of Hannah the three-legged dog, a transvestite escape plan and one of the maniacs lamenting `why can't I dream of steak and chips, why does it have to be bread and cheese?'- all delivered with a serious candour which must have been hard for a movie that weds its carnage to acid-jazz renditions of `twinkle twinkle little star' and `three blind mice'. Produced in the dying days of the British film industry Killer's Moon really is cheap with the worse editing imaginable, a matte Lake district, while day and night shots are mixed and matched, its hard to believe that the film had a cinema release but it did (in August 1978). The acting is mostly foul as befits the cast of nobodies although living up to the unwritten law `show me a British actor/actress and I'll show you the 70's sex/horror film they'd like to forget', old hams and future soap stars (ie Jo- Anne Good who ended up in Crossroads) can be found if you look hard enough. Killer's Moon scores high with surprisingly strong exploitation elements. The token peek a boo nudity is expected, given Birkinshaw's background but scenes of 25ish year old `schoolgirls' abused by mental patients seem genuinely unhealthy. Screenwriter/Director (the late?) Alan Birkinshaw was indeed one of the more cheaper celluloid barrow boys. His previous film had been Confessions of a Sex Maniac (1975) a low budget skinflick about a Woody Allen-esque architect with a breast fetish who feels obliged to erect a building in honour of his obsession. After the axe came down on UK low-budget film production like Gerry O'Hara he flew to South Africa and hooked up with infamous producer Harry Alan Towers- Birkinshaw's work for Towers manifested in some Poe adaptations are widely reviled. Birkinshaw is also largely believed responsible for the shocking gore sequences tagged on to Don't Open Till Christmas. Managing to keep out of the reference books ever since its initial release, Killer's Moon now enjoys a mini revival in the UK, mainly due to the fact that the filmmaking is more fumbled than some of the victims. Killer's Moon does have great trouble with whose been murdered and who hasn't, famously a main character disappears halfway through the film only to appear as a corpse in the final shot as if an afterthought. Yet interest in Killer's Moon isn't just for laughs but also genuine nostalgia, looking back from a time of the dearth of truly eccentric British films the era of Killer's Moon seems a long time ago. Killer's Moon remains as sleazy and British as a night time trip down Soho, the quintessential bottom half of a fleapit cinema double bill, remember `blood on the moon, one mangled dog, one missing axe, and one lost girl who just found a body at the wrong end of the axe- how's that for the great English outdoors'.

As sleazy horrorsploitation ideas go, you can hardly imagine any better than "Inmates escape sanitorium. where they are undergoing 'LSD therapy,' and thus think they're dreaming everything when they attack a girls' choir and their minders whose bus breaks down in the English countryside."

The thing that is most impressive about "Killer's Moon," however, is that it's so ineptly made there is almost no lurid camp value--and, needless to say, no suspense or terror. The acting is highly variable, from competent under the circumstances to laughably bad. But no one is helped by the terrible, plodding dialogue--which, incredibly, author Fay Weldon (who contributed to the script because her brother was the director) later bragged about, feeling in retrospect it was a mistake to gift her excellent writing to such an otherwise poor film. Well, she certainly sank to the occasion, even if obviously her ego survived the experience. It's the crap dialogue that provides the rare unintentional laugh here.

The violence here is for the most part laughably mild (in fact mostly off-screen), the behaviors psychologically ridiculous, the continuity gaps mile-wide, and the pacing deadly. I really hoped for some guilty pleasure with this one, but it is just a slog.

Four criminal psychopaths undergoing LSD therapy (!) that escaped from a lunatic asylum. A group of stranded schoolgirls lodged in a mansion/castle. The four psychos will make their way to the girls through a string of murders. When they meet the girls, there will be a massacre - rape and murder.

"Killer's Moon", story wise, is the exploitation buff's dream, but there's no real nudity (just some bits of flesh), sex is more suggested than shown, and there's violence (not very explicit) but no gore. But this isn't really important because the story is violent and sleazy.

"Killer's Moon" may not be a great film but I've quite enjoyed it - besides having a good story, it's ironic, involuntarily funny and bizarre (suffice it to mention the three-legged dog!).

Recommended for those who love the 70s exploitation films.

I'm a big fan of 1970s UK horror films, and sometimes you can be lucky enough to come across a low-budget lost gem... sadly, that isn't the case here!

It starts off promisingly enough, with a bus-load of prim London schoolgirls whose coach breaks down in the middle of a lonely part of the Lake District. They and their teachers trek off into the night, and eventually a local gamekeeper directs them to a huge, gothic hotel - currently closed for a refurb.

The manageress lets them stay the night but, as we soon learn, they are not alone, as there are some escaped lunatics on the loose from a nearby cottage hospital.

Not only that, but said-lunatics are the victims of 'dream therapy' - drugged up on hallucinogenic drugs where they believe they're in a permanent dream state where they can act out their sordid fantasies with no repercussions.

Sadly, this promising set-up all falls down as soon as we encounter the first of the escapees. Rather than being the traditional faceless, prowling, silent, creepy killer, he's brightly dressed (in a white hospital robe), rather chatty, and just a little camp!

His accomplices are of the same mould and pretty soon the whole atmosphere of tension and foreboding that's been carefully built descends into a silly farce.

It's not helped by heavy use of unconvincing 'day for night' outdoor filming, and a tardis-like tent where some nearby campers are pitched - whose interior is much too big and clearly filmed in a studio.

You can probably guess the rest - just don't expect much in the way of shocks, suspense, or even much by way of entertainment.

It does make you think that with more money, a clever director and a bit more of 'less is more' approach, this could have been a minor classic - but sadly this is a film that deserves the obscurity it enjoys.

To describe KILLER'S MOON as dreadful could still be a little flattering to those behind it. Yes, any meaningful budget is here conspicuous in it's absence but there's still no escaping that this Brit-indie cheapie is inept on just about every level and amateurish in the extreme. Atrociously shot, edited, acted(!) and written, this may be the closest the world will ever get to a Carry-On movie directed by Ed Wood - but perhaps not quite as accomplished.

Such as it is, the plot throws us a busload of teenage schoolgirls stranded in the Lake District, who are subsequently terrorised by perverse mental escapees who believe they're acting out a dream.

And so there you have it!

Throw in some cheap gore and a cast of British non-actors and you emerge with a mesmerising crash course of how to fail at film-making on practically every level. Some laughs are there to be had, but you have to be drunk enough to find them. There is of course, a twisted charm to this type of film and fans of schlock-exploitation are likely to break even having given this one their time.

Look fast for a pre-reality TV fame Lisa Vanderpump, here light years away from the glitz and glamour of THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF BEVERLY HILLS. Strangely enough, she never mentions this movie when reminiscing about her humble days as a young lass growing up in England!

I was about 12 years old when i heard about this film from my stepfather. he was the owner of the Doberman dog (Hannah) who starred in the film and retired to live with his parents, Hannah was used because she was a three legged dog and this is to let you know how she came to lose her leg. my stepfather was publican and ran a very b busy pub. Hannah lived in the pub and was friendly to everyone. one night as he was closing up two men came into the pub with shotguns to rob him of the takings, one of the gunmen pointed the gun in my stepfathers face, Hannah who was behind the bar at the time jumped the bar and proceeded to jump over my fathers shoulder when the gun went off, she took the bullet saving my fathers life, the men panicked and ran. she was awarded a medal of bravery from the mayor of London and was presented with the pedigree chum golden bowl award that was presented to her by the cast of George and moldered she lived for a good few years and died in her sleep, i was lucky to see her a few times before she died and used to curl up with her in front of the fire and go to sleep. she is still spoken of in certain circles and very much missed.

A coachload of schoolgirls on a tour of Britain singing choir songs has to make an emergency stop in the middle of nowhere because their vehicle has broken down. There are four escaped mental patients on the loose, who have been hypnotised into thinking everything they do is a dream.. allowing them to fulfill their darkest fantasies. Here's a newsflash: Their paths cross at some point. Luckily, they have a three legged dog on their side, and two blokes camped on the moors come to their aid. I don't think much of the ladies night attire, though...

Fay Weldon did some work on the script of this slasher, which later she claimed was a 'terrible mistake' as her written dialogue turned it into a cult film. Pardon me for taking the wind out of your sails Ms Weldon, but I didn't hear anything remotely witty or sparkling during the course of the film. What did catch my ear was loads of verbal diarrhea from our resident quartet of on-the-run loonies. Who ever thought insanity could be so... dreary?

And to think, it all starts off decently enough, with a nice set-up to provide the template for a satisfactory horror. Then, the weirdos show up, prancing around as if trying out for cabaret, spouting their absolute drivel... and we can't take them seriously. Whatever mood the director tried to establish is more-or-less ruined by these four walking bad jokes. They're not frightening in any way, just bloody annoying. After listening to them for minutes on end, death would almost be a mercy. 4/10

This is an interesting piece of sleaze from that morally upright island off the northwest coast of Europe. I first saw it on a double bill with "House on Straw Hill" and I have no idea why the latter got branded a "video nasty" in Britain but this one didn't. Three homicidal maniacs who are fed LSD and believe they're dreaming terrorize a broken-down bus full of schoolgirls in the Lake District. You might ask yourself several questions: Why would anyone feed homicidal maniacs LSD (not to mention dress them in bowler hats like the droogs in "A Clockwork Orange")? Why would LSD make someone think they're dreaming? (Do the lecherous sleazeballs who made this have no firsthand experience with drug abuse?) If the characters think they're dreaming, why do they talk to each other? Finally, and most importantly, why would being doped up on LSD make homicidal maniacs any more frightening than they already are?

Some people found the fact that the victims are schoolgirls quite offensive. Well, it would be if the buxom, overage East End strippers they cast in this movie, dressed in schoolgirl outfits, and handed out teddy bears to were remotely believable as schoolgirls. What is more offensive is the cavalier attitude the movie has toward rape. One girl tells another not to be upset because she was "only raped" by the maniacs (if she'd been murdered THEN she could complain). The movie shows such empathy for its characters that one major character simply disappears halfway through and her dead body shows up as an after-thought in the closing credits. And if this movie isn't enough of a geek show, there's a three-legged dog wandering around, and, oh never mind. I'm trying to find something good to say about this movie--well, if you fall asleep and dream (or you are given a strong dose of LSD) you can imagine that you're watching "Breakfast at Manchester Morgue" or one of the other good horror movies made in the Lake District.

When I think painful movie watching, I think Killer's Moon. I would refer to it as a slasher movie, but that would be an insult to fine slasher films worldwide. Here's a plot summary: Four deranged guys come upon a busload of stranded schoolgirls. Sounds good right? It's not. I was intrigued by the possibilities but the movie is terminally dull. Incompetence from beginning to end.

This can best be described as the British version of The Last House on the Left. It has a real sleazy feel as the victims are all virginal high school girls on the way to a choir competition.

Put into the mix a group of psychopathic criminals that just escaped custody. They are drugged and believe themselves to be innocent.

Naturally, the bus carrying the girls - did I mention virginal teens - breaks down right where the criminals are currently trampling the countryside. Oh no.

I would not imagine that many horror fans watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, but your partner may have talked you into watch Dancing With the Stars. One of those Housewives/Dancing Stars was Lisa Vanderpump. Back in her early days, when she was just 18, she had one of the killers vanderpumping her funbags. This was the highlight of the film.

Yes, there were more breasts and bush, but it was really brief. This was Jane Hayden's greatest film, but again, it was a brief exposure.

The film was more camp than horror. There was killing, but it was mostly off screen except for the strangling.

I doubt if any virginal teens were harmed in the making of this film.

Four escaped mental patients go on your standard issue rampage, in the English wilderness. These maniacs have been drugged out and have gone through therapy that has convinced them that they're all in a dream state. As a result, they don't bother with anything resembling a moral filter. Dressed all in white, they soon are tormenting a gaggle of schoolgirls / choir members whose bus had broken down on the road.

Yes, "Killer's Moon" is sleazy and nonsensical, but damn if it isn't also atmospheric and sinister as well. The crude filmmaking and obviously low budget merely add to the ambiance. True enough that the script, by director Alan Birkinshaw, has its share of jaw dropping moments, such as when one character is advised that she should be grateful that she was "merely" raped (!). Therefore, it's not likely to appeal to horror and thriller fans across the board.

The scenario allows the men playing our merry band of maniacs to ham it up and engage in philosophical discussion on dreams vs. reality. Nigel Gregory, as Mr. Smith, David Jackson, as Mr. Trubshaw, Paul Rattee, as Mr. Muldoon, and Peter Spraggon, as Mr. Jones, are all fun. Anthony Forrest and Tom Marshall play Pete and Mike, our young heroes who coincidentally happen to be in the area, camping. The girls are all quite appealing and sympathetic. Jean Reeve, as Mrs. Hargreaves, and Elizabeth Counsell, as Miss Lilac, are amusing as the girls' chaperones.

Loopy and depraved entertainment overall, best recommended to trash aficionados.

Seven out of 10.

Despite being a veteran of watching horror movies I had not had the "pleasure" of this one, until now. As a Brit myself I always like to champion British horror but Killer's Moon is a real mixed bag, as much exploitation as it is horror but not terribly good at either. Four convicted rapists and murderers escape from an experimental treatment centre in the beautiful Lake District and come across a stranded group of school girls and their teachers, whom they proceed to rape and kill. More or less from the start we see a soft sex scene in a tent, the girl is topless and there is plenty more of this to come. We are also introduced to Pete, one of the main characters who sports a very fake American accent, not a good sign of the acting quality. The four escapees are heavily sedated on medically administered drugs and constantly keep talking about being in a dream state, which soon becomes very monotonous. Furthermore these maniacs are all wearing white garments, already an obvious take from "A Clockwork Orange" but when one puts on a black bowler hat then it becomes droogs in the Lakes. The girls' bus breaks down in the middle of nowhere, after a hike they find refuge for the night at an impressive looking Gothic hotel, closed for the season but kindly granted accommodation. The Brits were masters of Gothic Horror and this old building is a fine example of Gothic architecture and a great setting. Sadly, also in the British tradition, many of the night scenes were obviously filmed in daylight, the poor continuity has the sky going from dark to blue and back to dark within seconds of each other (there is a Full Moon, hence the title, so naturally the night sky would be lighter but not to the extent shown here). There are some vicious kill scenes such as axe to the head, though the special effects budget obviously wasn't up to much. Far more disturbing are the rape scenes, even more so because they include school girls as victims. Sadly the writers seem to downplay this horrid, vile act. A young woman is raped by three men (not shown) and afterwards she looks and sounds incredibly intact and calm despite her ordeal. Even worse one school girl says to another "Look, you were only raped. So long as yo don't tell anyone you'll be alright" - I'm thinking, what!!!??? Killer's Moon is a nasty horror movie, flawed but also memorable.

"Killer's Moon" is one of those films that could have really delivered the goods but was crippled by a few bad choices in the script-writing process. Instead of saying the four inmates were on LSD therapy and thought they were dreaming, the producers would have been better off saying the four convicts were hardened sex criminals who escaped during a botched transfer to death row, or something.

Such a simple choice would have given the protagonists a harder and more dangerous edge. It would also have helped avoid the staggeringly awful dialogue which repeatedly takes the viewer OUT of the film, i.e., "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty fell down. Poor Humpty Dumpty..." This was written by a woman (brother of the director), who later claimed her "skills" as a writer were too good for this film. Really?

The script also makes the mistake of making characters describe juicy action (such as the three-man gang rape), rather than showing it. Instead the awful, tedious dialogue scenes fill up the film's first half, leaving the viewer to wonder why everybody is describing things that happened offscreen, which we would love to watch.

That said, "Killer's Moon" does have its moments. Marvelous Autumn woods locations, a beautiful castle, nice cinematography and a couple of good-looking guys help a lot. Some of the music is quite atmospheric, as well. There are one or two smut scenes which are brief (and tame) but otherwise worth watching. Nowhere near as sleazy as reputed to be but definitely not something to show the kids.

A mixed bag and not for everyone - but worth a watch, if you're in the right mood.

Now come on. Killer's Moon occupies a special spot in my heart for a number of reasons. Firstly, I was ten years old when it came out, and being mad for the horror flick, I remember wishing I was just that little bit bigger: big enough to blag my way into an "X" so I could see for myself what all this lurid stuff was really about! Happily, being a glandular freak, it wasn't too much longer before I was able to enjoy an illicit euroslash treat down the local fleapit whilst supposedly going to see "Empire Strikes Back". Hah! So years later I've caught up with Killer's Moon (around about 1985 as it goes) and y'know what? It has never disappointed me since. It's got its charming little flaws: so what? So it's not a highly polished, taught, edge-of-the-seat number: so what? The Hollywood machine, in the years since 1978, has learned to squeeze out dozens of highly polished, taught, edge-of-the-seat numbers - most of which are excrement. You tell me in all honesty that "The Ring 2" or "Cursed" are better efforts than Killer's Moon and I'll eat the dog's remaining legs.

What Killer's Moon does for me is takes me back to reading 2000ad, watching "Crown Court" and catching trailers for "Food of the Gods/Squirm (from Friday)" and wishing I was grown up enough to see them. Now I am grown up enough to see them, they are every bit as good as I expected.

So, away with your effete whining. Honestly, some of you moan it's sick, others moan it's not graphic enough, others moan that it's inept. What it's got is a lot of heart and soul (and half naked ladies). Killer's Moon is the "Eddie the Eagle" of genre cinema: you kind of know it's rubbish, but it leaves you with a warm glow, cheering it on.

Killer's Moon will always make my top five, and I'm never wrong about anything, so put that in your collective pipes and smoke it!

"Killer's Moon" focuses on a group of schoolgirls who become stranded on a field trip and spend the night in a sprawling, isolated hotel in the Lake District. Unlucky for them, four escaped psychiatric patients dosed on LSD are roaming the nearby woods.

Released barely two months after John Carpenter's "Halloween," "Killer's Moon" is something of an unsung British proto-slasher with a more blunt exploitation edge to it. The plot setup makes for a prime slasher scenario, and while the film doesn't fully ensconce itself in the nascent template, there are certainly shades of it throughout.

The killers and their motives here are certainly strange, and constitute one of the film's more unique elements. The four psychopaths are high on LSD (which has been used experimentally by their psychiatrists to treat their mental illnesses), and believe themselves to be in a shared dreamworld where they can live out their sick fantasies without consequence. The fact that they often appear similar to the motley crew of "A Clockwork Orange" makes it all the more strange.

The film is bolstered by a number of dreary nighttime sequences (many of which appear to have been shot near dawn, under a blue-tinged sky) and atmospheric, spooky forest locations, as well as the gothic and isolated hotel. Where the film falters a bit is in its screenplay and pacing. Despite the horrific things occurring, including rape of minors, the film doesn't achieve any tangible fever pitch; its tone often remains too plodding at times given the nature of the material. Some of the characters appear and disappear throughout, including one of the schoolgirls who winds up finding shelter with a trio of tourists camping nearby, which gives the film a slightly disjointed feel. Both the adult and youth cast here are fairly strong, and a number of famous faces appear throughout, including David Jackson, JoAnne Good, and Lisa Vanderpump.

Like the rest of it, the film's finale is similarly low-velocity, and the suspense suffers for it. However, there are still plenty of reasons why "Killer's Moon" is worth watching for genre fans. Its atmosphere is intoxicating, and the dark cinematography and locations add a great deal of production value. It is also tinged with enough veritable weirdness that it's simply hard to stop watching. 6/10.