Splatter

Back in the 1950's, before commercials consumed 10 minutes of a half-hour TV show, they knew how to introduce a story, develop the plot, reach and resolve a crisis, and tidy up before rolling the credits. Splatter is not much more than the steaming pile of entrails it attempts to exploit. It even fails as at guts 'n' gore, which is about all it might have had going for it. After 30 minutes, I have to wonder why I bothered sitting through it. There must be a different Roger Corman involved in this train wreck.

From bad to worse. The film never gets any better. Singer, Johnny Splatter (Corey Feldman) starts off the movie with a bang (literally - not in a good figurative way). A comedic suicide of a self inflicted gun shot to the head. The over dramatization of blood splattering from his head leads you to believe there may be some humor to this movie.

It is so ridiculous that you hope to get a laugh from it......you do not. It's unfortunate that Tony Todd (from the "Candyman" and "Final Destination" series) cannot add any perks to this bad film.

After committing suicide, a washed-up rocker returns from the grave to torment the five people who betrayed him in life. TV-14 29m

That you would "star" is his incoherent piece of dribble, and don't even get me started on that bizarre ending. I wasted a portion of my life watching this mess.

Splatter, from legendary producer Roger Corman and cult director Joe Dante, stars Corey Feldman (child star of Dante's best film, Gremlins) as rock singer Jonny Splatter, who, in the opening scene, recites a voodoo chant before putting a bullet through his brain—a delightfully gory moment that lives up to the title. It's a promising start, but sadly its rapidly downhill from here.

When several acquaintances of the deceased rock star gather for the reading of his will, they discover to their horror that Jonny has returned from the dead to exact revenge on those who wronged him when he was alive. Clumsily directed by the once great Dante, and featuring weak performances from a cast who are capable of much better (even Feldman), this dreadfully cheap looking and terribly uninspired effort is an embarrassment for all involved. The occasional grisly death scene does little to improve matters.

Splatter was originally conceived as ten-part interactive web experiment, the outcome of each character being decided by the viewers at the end of each episode, which no doubt added a modicum of fun to proceedings; in its non-interactive form, devoid of this novelty, there is very little to get excited about.