“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds."
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Doom Asylum (1987)
How bad is it? Intentionally bad, it's also unintentionally bad. Should you see it? No.
This is meant as a spoof, but it isn't immediately obvious. There's an abandoned mental hospital with a disfigured killer; the film was undoubtedly made because the location was available. Kristin Davis and Patty Mullen and a couple of other girls go into the building for unexplained reasons, after a communist lesbian punk band had already entered for also unexplained reasons. The killer, whose makeup is adequately done, but not consistent, makes wisecracks after his kills - but for whom (I mean, his audience is dead, right)? A scant 77 minutes, this is padded with black and white footage from Tod Slaughter films that the killer stops to watch. There's a bunch of pop references, a bit of toplessness, some adequate effects and some really bad ones, continuity errors, terrible acting, long sequences of wandering in hallways and some of the thickest New Jersey accents committed to film. It gets tedious pretty quickly.