Open House

A deranged homeless man stalks and murders pretty and nubile female realtors.Radio host Dr.David(Timothy "Hunter's Blood" Bottoms)receives calls from maniac.His girlfriend Lisa(Adrienne Barbeau)works in real estate and she becomes the next target of serial killer."Open House" by recently deceased Jag Mundhra is a watchable albeit very silly slasher flick.The gore is almost non-existent apart from severed head and chopped fingers.Adrienne Barbeau's performance is actually quite good and it's nice to see small cameo of Tifanny Bolling.The final revelation of the Open House killer is quite disappointing as is the climax.Still watching "Open House" is a perfect way to slash some useless time.6 real estate murders out of 10.

A serial killer kills wealthy real estate agents in weird, sadistic manners whilst complaining about the injustice of such people in society on the radio to an over-confident radio psychologist. The production is anything BUT upscale. The only real stars are the homes themselves, some of which are breathtaking, and a much misused and out-of-place Adrienne Barbeau. Barbeau plays the head of a real estate firm that just happens to be dating the radio shrink. Lovely as ever, Barbeau is surrounded by third-rate performers, a lacklustre script, a miniscule budget, and plodding direction. It is a shame to say, but the only "real" highlights of the film are seeing Ms. Barbeau topless. The years truly have been kind to her, for she is a sight to behold. Unless you wish to satisfy some minor voyeuristic needs, leave Open House just open.....and empty.

Horrible, horrible, horrible. The only redeeming quality I could salvage from this achingly slow and sloppily made excuse for a bad horror movie was telling people how awful it is and summing up the plot for them: "It's about a guy who goes around killing people with razorblades glued to a stick because he's angry about the price of real estate." As an aspiring filmmaker, I'm not sure whether I should cry over the film and time that was wasted making this atrocity, or rejoice over the fact that someone, somewhere, has a money tree and is willing to lend it to anyone with a 50¢ script and the desire to film it.

(to find out the only abomination of a film that could beat this one as the worst film I've ever seen, check out my review for "Hundstage" [Dog Days])

Written and directed by Indian exploitation film-maker Jag Mundhra, Open House stars Joseph Bottoms as radio psychologist Dr. David Kelley, who suspects that one of his crazier callers might be the serial killer currently targeting Los Angeles' female real estate agents. Adrienne Barbeau co-stars as Kelley's girlfriend, a successful realtor destined to come face-to-face with the sniggering, dog-food eating lunatic before the closing credits roll.

In keeping with its real estate theme, one viewing of this silly late-'80s slasher is definitely more than enough: it's extremely dated, lacks original features, and is missing the 'wow factor' so sorely needed in such an overcrowded market. The direction is flat, the storyline drags, there is very little in the way of genuine suspense, and the gore is limited to a couple of unconvincing severed fingers (which are chopped off with a makeshift weapon constructed from a sink plunger and some razor blades!) and a decapitated head.

4.5 out of 10, generously rounded up to 5 for the obligatory female nudity (which comes from a busty dominatrix who takes a nude swim, and Barbeau, who gives fans a brief glimpse of her ample rack), the hilariously camp radio station employee (just in case you're in any doubt about his sexuality, he wears a pink shirt), the bizarre kitten stroking scene, and sexy Christina Gallegos as doomed realtor Pilar Hernandez, who gets the shock of her life when she bumps into the killer.

My review was written in October 1987 after watching the movie on Prism video cassette.

"Open House", previously titled "Multiple Listings", is a well-made horror film in the slasher mode, lacking the monsters and fantasy that's back in favor among fans of genre pics. Movie has debuted domestically in video stores.

Joseph Bottoms, returning to a genre he previously starred in via Nico Mastorakis' "Blind Date" (made and released prior to the Blake Edwards film of that title) portrays a psychologist who has a radio show in L. A. called "Survival Line", in which he tries to help loonies a la Dr. Ruth. Pre-credits, pic opens gloomily as a girl, victim of incest forthe past two years by her father, commits suicide on the air during a convesation with Bottoms.

Film proper concerns a serial killer who preys on beautiful women realtors, with Bottoms' girlfriend, Adrienne Barbeau, looking like a key target, especially when the main suspect is a nasty chauvinist pig who is actively sabotaging her work. After several gory killings, pic climaxes with Barbeau taken hostage by the real killer (who's been calling in to Bottoms' programs regularly, monitored unsuccessfully by the police). Motive pushes film ino black humor territory: he blames the realtors for the high price of housing in L. A., and displacing him when he lived as a squatter in an empty Beverly Hills mansion after its owner died. Except for the chauvinist pig (who gets his head lopped off) the film adheres to the old-fashioned format of pretty girls getting sliced, not likely to please feminists.

Biggest surprise hee, and helpful for word-of-mouth in the rental area, is that star Barbeau delivers a brief topless scene after seemingly having graduated from same. She and the rest of the cast are likable, with additional pulchritude provided by such lookers as Mary Stavin (also featured in New World's "House"), Roxanne Baird and Christina Gallegos. Pic's weakest point is its corny finale and utterly pointless final scene, which looks tacked-on as an afterthought.