After seventeen years in a mental institution, Johnny returns to the baseball field where he beat his father to death. Guided by the ghost of this evil father, he creates a terrifying baseba... Read allAfter seventeen years in a mental institution, Johnny returns to the baseball field where he beat his father to death. Guided by the ghost of this evil father, he creates a terrifying baseball team, made entirely of corpses.After seventeen years in a mental institution, Johnny returns to the baseball field where he beat his father to death. Guided by the ghost of this evil father, he creates a terrifying baseball team, made entirely of corpses.
Leslie Garret
- Beth
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After watching THE CATCHER, I said to myself "I've seen everything now".
Who ever thought of combining baseball and horror? Nevermind BASEketball.
Seriously, the concept here is very odd but not too odd to be completely dismissed if the incongruous elements were handled correctly. But in this case, the sport of baseball is just a flimsy premise for the makers of this oddity to create horror where horror usually never lurks. Unless showering with full grown men or men wearing protective cups scare you.
Because the acting in THE CATCHER is atrocious, this very important element kills any chance of this odd premise to be believable under any circumstances. The look of the film is somewhat interesting. I believe it was shot of HD video and it looks polish and sleek. But the actors populating the scenes get in the way and the idea of a psychotic catcher who kills people because they're in the way of his baseball glory never goes beyond its ludicrous premise.
And to add more oddity to this film, THE CATCHER is filled with such blatant homoeroticism that THE CATCHER looks like a long lost David DeCoteau film. The scene when one hunky baseball player gets duct-tapped to a locker room bench by the killer, who then proceeds to sodomize the player with his baseball bat is not the most subtle scene ever shot in the history of cinema. Those with a fetish for violence and baseball will definitely get a kick out of that scene or the whole movie itself, all ten of them out there.
Who ever thought of combining baseball and horror? Nevermind BASEketball.
Seriously, the concept here is very odd but not too odd to be completely dismissed if the incongruous elements were handled correctly. But in this case, the sport of baseball is just a flimsy premise for the makers of this oddity to create horror where horror usually never lurks. Unless showering with full grown men or men wearing protective cups scare you.
Because the acting in THE CATCHER is atrocious, this very important element kills any chance of this odd premise to be believable under any circumstances. The look of the film is somewhat interesting. I believe it was shot of HD video and it looks polish and sleek. But the actors populating the scenes get in the way and the idea of a psychotic catcher who kills people because they're in the way of his baseball glory never goes beyond its ludicrous premise.
And to add more oddity to this film, THE CATCHER is filled with such blatant homoeroticism that THE CATCHER looks like a long lost David DeCoteau film. The scene when one hunky baseball player gets duct-tapped to a locker room bench by the killer, who then proceeds to sodomize the player with his baseball bat is not the most subtle scene ever shot in the history of cinema. Those with a fetish for violence and baseball will definitely get a kick out of that scene or the whole movie itself, all ten of them out there.
'The Catcher' is a low budget and obscure SOV baseball themed slasher flick from the late 90's that features an interesting concept, some memorable death scenes and a fantastic set location namely the baseball stadium that's perfect for a sports themed slasher flick. But despite a few fun moments and a handful of moments that show ambition, this movie falls rather flat due to its poor storytelling and lacklustre execution which makes this a wasted opportunity.
The Plot = Beginning in 1981 where a young baseball player named Johnny (Fred Meyers) murders his cruel and demanding father (Joe Estevez). Then 17 years later he's released from the local insane asylum and returns to the baseball stadium to begin a killing spree.
For a low budget direct to video flick the movie does looks quite decent with the production having a polished look to it with the stadium itself having a cool eerie vibe to it and gives off a sense of atmospheric dread. The use of dolly tracks and steady cams are handled quite well and there were a couple of inventive kill scenes. The biggest issue that I have with this is the narrative which felt like it was missing a lot of key elements especially when it comes to connecting the past with the present, it felt like it needed more fleshing out and the characters were way too paper thin and weren't given much to do apart from wonder around the dark and empty hallways. I know that this is a cheap slasher flick and not to go into this expecting something fantastic, but the lazy writing and lack of suspense really lets this one down.
The performances for the most part range from bad to unmemorable but there were a couple of standouts such as David Heavener who gives a noteworthy performance as Walker and Monique Parent adds a touch of class as the female lead Terry and gives an okay performance. Joe Estevez was really hammy in his small screen time and just comes off as an annoyance.
Overall 'The Catcher' does feature some fun moments and a brisk running time, but on the whole it's a pretty weak effort.
The Plot = Beginning in 1981 where a young baseball player named Johnny (Fred Meyers) murders his cruel and demanding father (Joe Estevez). Then 17 years later he's released from the local insane asylum and returns to the baseball stadium to begin a killing spree.
For a low budget direct to video flick the movie does looks quite decent with the production having a polished look to it with the stadium itself having a cool eerie vibe to it and gives off a sense of atmospheric dread. The use of dolly tracks and steady cams are handled quite well and there were a couple of inventive kill scenes. The biggest issue that I have with this is the narrative which felt like it was missing a lot of key elements especially when it comes to connecting the past with the present, it felt like it needed more fleshing out and the characters were way too paper thin and weren't given much to do apart from wonder around the dark and empty hallways. I know that this is a cheap slasher flick and not to go into this expecting something fantastic, but the lazy writing and lack of suspense really lets this one down.
The performances for the most part range from bad to unmemorable but there were a couple of standouts such as David Heavener who gives a noteworthy performance as Walker and Monique Parent adds a touch of class as the female lead Terry and gives an okay performance. Joe Estevez was really hammy in his small screen time and just comes off as an annoyance.
Overall 'The Catcher' does feature some fun moments and a brisk running time, but on the whole it's a pretty weak effort.
I rented this movie the other night and I was totally disappointed
I was hoping it would be a horror comedy (along the lines of Uncle Sam & Jack Frost), but it turned out to take itself too seriously
I hate movies which have a silly premise and goofy death scenes and STILL try and scare ya!
It has to be done right and The Catcher just wasn't
It was a very boring movie, with really rubbishy effects.
the only saving grace was the baseball bat up the butt scene (made me laugh)
and the fact that it starred the gorgeous Monique Parent
Avoid at all costs
I was hoping it would be a horror comedy (along the lines of Uncle Sam & Jack Frost), but it turned out to take itself too seriously
I hate movies which have a silly premise and goofy death scenes and STILL try and scare ya!
It has to be done right and The Catcher just wasn't
It was a very boring movie, with really rubbishy effects.
the only saving grace was the baseball bat up the butt scene (made me laugh)
and the fact that it starred the gorgeous Monique Parent
Avoid at all costs
Years after murdering his father for forcing him into playing baseball, a psychotic man goes after the players on a baseball team on the last day of their season.
Even though this isn't a very expensive production, there's enough creativity to help you power through the reasonable hour and fifteen minute runtime. Some of the murders include death by pitching machine and a nasty baseball bat up the butt. Some of the editing, acting, and cinematography are on the amateur side, but it's entertaining enough for at least one viewing.
Even though this isn't a very expensive production, there's enough creativity to help you power through the reasonable hour and fifteen minute runtime. Some of the murders include death by pitching machine and a nasty baseball bat up the butt. Some of the editing, acting, and cinematography are on the amateur side, but it's entertaining enough for at least one viewing.
Since Black Christmas hit cinemas thirty years ago, the slasher genre has terrorised nearly every form of escapism that humankind has ever known. From holidays to carnivals, trains and houseboats and even ski resorts and building sites have become the stomping ground of an insane killer with some sort of deadly weapon(s) and animosity scalded into his or her heart. It came as a shocking surprise then, when I first discovered that no one had yet decided to put a deranged slasher at America's (second) favourite past time. That's right, surprisingly enough, not one psychopath had yet invaded a Baseball field, despite a glaring amount of victims and potential. Until now
Yes that's right, this authentic but somewhat obscure offering involves a twisted ex-ball player with murder on his mind and a deadly bat in his grip! Who needs a hockey mask when you can wear a helmet? Who needs summer camp, when you can stalk a stadium? And who needs a machete, when a baseball bat can do just as much damage? Guy Crawford and Yvette Hoffman obviously saw the possibilities, and so, here's The Catcher...
It begins in 1981, Taft California. The camera pans down on a boy and his dad playing catch in their front garden outside a neat little house in a bright and tidy street. The plump elder hurls the eager kiddie a fast ball, which he accidentally drops, much to the dislike of his grouchy father. `I thought you said you were gonna catch it' he shouts threateningly. He continues to holler abuse at the youngster until eventually the child looses his patience and beats him to death with a handy baseball bat. Next we head to the compounds of The Devils' stadium, presumably some time in the future. (We never find out for sure.) The Devils' have been unable to recover from a slump that the players believe is down to the performance of David Walker (David Heavener), their one-time top hitter for the club. It's the last day of the season and Walker has already been thrown out of the game and whilst he's waiting to say good-bye to his teammates, his girlfriend enters the locker room to tell him that she's leaving him. As if that wasn't enough of an excuse to turn someone into a homicidal masked-maniac, next up he finds out that his new manager (Monique Parent) is about to sack him. (Well, we all get days like that, don't we!) Before long, a mysterious killer begins slaughtering the sportsmen one by one using various macabre methods. Is it Dave Walker getting revenge for being fired? Or has someone else got something against the players?
For a direct to video horror movie, The Catcher is fairly well financed. I noticed a couple of crane shots that must have cost quite a bit and the inclusion of cast members that have actually acted' before, makes an impressive difference from the usual Film 2000 schlock. Even though none of them can qualify as good' performers, David Heavener had the odd moment and Parent wasn't dreadful either. The only really obnoxious character was Joe Estevez, who certainly proves that Francis Ford Coppola chose the right brother to send up the Do Lung River to terminate Colonel Walter E. Kurtz! It's a real shame that he hasn't got the talent of his younger sibling, or perhaps he just wasn't inspired enough to give us his best, which is probably the more likely scenario.
Crawford and Hoffman direct fairly well for first timers and the use of dolly tracks and steady-cam means that they haven't scrimped on what's needed to make the right impression. There were various baseball themed killings that were convivial, from death by pitching machine' to a bat up the bottom (!), which was rather cleverly staged to look as if the killer was raping the victim at first, just to add a little dark humour. A B-ball themed slasher wouldn't be much good if you didn't get a customarily cheesy first-person shot through a helmet, would it? Well, we get two; and they don't miss any of the other essential clichés either! Although the suspense is lamentable, some of the photography is moderately good and the mystery is interesting enough to prevent things from becoming too boring. They've included a few decent twists to keep you guessing, and although completists will have seen most of them before in previous efforts, there's the odd authentic touch that was commendable. One scene stuck in my mind, in which the killer and one of the players were dressed in the same garb and the surviving girl has to decide which one to stab with a broken bat. Without giving away the conclusion, let's just say that it works fairly well, without sticking to the conventional story directions.
There's no memorable gore that warrants a mention and most of the murders are either off screen or just involve a splash of corn syrup, which was disappointing. The script could have done with a few re-writes too, we never even found out where the killer came from - after his identity was revealed. Did he escape an asylum, or did he work on a Hot Dog stand? Who knows? The lighting also left a lot to be desired and Paul Amorosi's music was patently under-produced in places, leaving scenes that could have generated tension crying out for accompaniment. The editing and sound mixing was somewhat chop-socky' as well, jumping like a drunk playing hopscotch on occasion. The apparition parts were laughable to say the least and the psycho's motives were never resolved, leaving an unavoidable feeling of half-heartedness. One of the chase sequences involves Monique Parent fleeing Walker through the corridors of the stadium. Although the pursuing shots weren't really that bad, it was obvious to see that she was running' at the speed of a tortoise that was recovering from a leg operation, so as not to out sprint the dolly track!
The Catcher isn't a good film, by any means. But it at least manages to provide a few corny thrills that'll bring about the odd giggle. There are a couple of bright ideas on offer, but the bad ones usually ruin them and to be honest we could've done without Joe Estevez's unconvincing shouting fits. He died at the start of the movie, but makes a comeback later as an imaginary fiend in the killer's mind, which we really didn't need. But like I said, it wasn't all problems; there were certain bits and pieces that proved to be a whole lot of fun. I also go a free postcard with a picture of The Catcher's mask (complete with glow in the dark' eyes) inside the cover! At least now we've had a baseball ground massacre to add to the other more frequently used locations. All we need next is an assassin at the Oscars! Now that I'd love to see...
It begins in 1981, Taft California. The camera pans down on a boy and his dad playing catch in their front garden outside a neat little house in a bright and tidy street. The plump elder hurls the eager kiddie a fast ball, which he accidentally drops, much to the dislike of his grouchy father. `I thought you said you were gonna catch it' he shouts threateningly. He continues to holler abuse at the youngster until eventually the child looses his patience and beats him to death with a handy baseball bat. Next we head to the compounds of The Devils' stadium, presumably some time in the future. (We never find out for sure.) The Devils' have been unable to recover from a slump that the players believe is down to the performance of David Walker (David Heavener), their one-time top hitter for the club. It's the last day of the season and Walker has already been thrown out of the game and whilst he's waiting to say good-bye to his teammates, his girlfriend enters the locker room to tell him that she's leaving him. As if that wasn't enough of an excuse to turn someone into a homicidal masked-maniac, next up he finds out that his new manager (Monique Parent) is about to sack him. (Well, we all get days like that, don't we!) Before long, a mysterious killer begins slaughtering the sportsmen one by one using various macabre methods. Is it Dave Walker getting revenge for being fired? Or has someone else got something against the players?
For a direct to video horror movie, The Catcher is fairly well financed. I noticed a couple of crane shots that must have cost quite a bit and the inclusion of cast members that have actually acted' before, makes an impressive difference from the usual Film 2000 schlock. Even though none of them can qualify as good' performers, David Heavener had the odd moment and Parent wasn't dreadful either. The only really obnoxious character was Joe Estevez, who certainly proves that Francis Ford Coppola chose the right brother to send up the Do Lung River to terminate Colonel Walter E. Kurtz! It's a real shame that he hasn't got the talent of his younger sibling, or perhaps he just wasn't inspired enough to give us his best, which is probably the more likely scenario.
Crawford and Hoffman direct fairly well for first timers and the use of dolly tracks and steady-cam means that they haven't scrimped on what's needed to make the right impression. There were various baseball themed killings that were convivial, from death by pitching machine' to a bat up the bottom (!), which was rather cleverly staged to look as if the killer was raping the victim at first, just to add a little dark humour. A B-ball themed slasher wouldn't be much good if you didn't get a customarily cheesy first-person shot through a helmet, would it? Well, we get two; and they don't miss any of the other essential clichés either! Although the suspense is lamentable, some of the photography is moderately good and the mystery is interesting enough to prevent things from becoming too boring. They've included a few decent twists to keep you guessing, and although completists will have seen most of them before in previous efforts, there's the odd authentic touch that was commendable. One scene stuck in my mind, in which the killer and one of the players were dressed in the same garb and the surviving girl has to decide which one to stab with a broken bat. Without giving away the conclusion, let's just say that it works fairly well, without sticking to the conventional story directions.
There's no memorable gore that warrants a mention and most of the murders are either off screen or just involve a splash of corn syrup, which was disappointing. The script could have done with a few re-writes too, we never even found out where the killer came from - after his identity was revealed. Did he escape an asylum, or did he work on a Hot Dog stand? Who knows? The lighting also left a lot to be desired and Paul Amorosi's music was patently under-produced in places, leaving scenes that could have generated tension crying out for accompaniment. The editing and sound mixing was somewhat chop-socky' as well, jumping like a drunk playing hopscotch on occasion. The apparition parts were laughable to say the least and the psycho's motives were never resolved, leaving an unavoidable feeling of half-heartedness. One of the chase sequences involves Monique Parent fleeing Walker through the corridors of the stadium. Although the pursuing shots weren't really that bad, it was obvious to see that she was running' at the speed of a tortoise that was recovering from a leg operation, so as not to out sprint the dolly track!
The Catcher isn't a good film, by any means. But it at least manages to provide a few corny thrills that'll bring about the odd giggle. There are a couple of bright ideas on offer, but the bad ones usually ruin them and to be honest we could've done without Joe Estevez's unconvincing shouting fits. He died at the start of the movie, but makes a comeback later as an imaginary fiend in the killer's mind, which we really didn't need. But like I said, it wasn't all problems; there were certain bits and pieces that proved to be a whole lot of fun. I also go a free postcard with a picture of The Catcher's mask (complete with glow in the dark' eyes) inside the cover! At least now we've had a baseball ground massacre to add to the other more frequently used locations. All we need next is an assassin at the Oscars! Now that I'd love to see...
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