Sorry for the quality. Of the picture and the film.
Directed by Herb Freed
Written by Herb Freed, Anne Marisse, and David Baughn
Starring: Patch Mackenzie, E. Danny Murphy, and other teens who look like they’re a hard thirty
Doesn't this photo remind you of It's Pat?
A young track stars drops dead after winning a race, and now a gloved killer is wandering the campus picking off the other track stars, who don’t seem to get the hint that they shouldn’t wander around alone. It’s a who-done-it without any clues.
I always suspect the guy in the ascot. That's
probably why I'm usually surprised
at the end of Scooby Doo.
WHAT YOU SAY?
ISN’T THAT SPECIAL?
Well, I’ve been waiting for months to review a movie like this: a pure, brainless slasher. (And I do mean brainless. At one point, our heroine flees through a clearly populated suburb and runs straight into the empty school. Because she is stupid.)
And she runs like a special person.
It would be completely disingenuous on my part to write a horror movie blog and not include awful 80s slashers. I’m talking about holiday-themed cash-grabs like Silent Night, Deadly Night and New Years Evil, which is so bad that it doesn’t even include an apostrophe in its stupid title. Technically, graduation day isn’t a holiday, per se (except for me, as I gleefully danced on the grave of my high school experience), but it has the same exploitative stench to it. God I love these movies.
OK. IS IT GAY?