“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."
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Day of the Reaper (1984)
I think this is my second review of a Tim Ritter film. He made this during high school on Super 8, then added a narrative track and the VHS transfer was done by videotaping a screening of the film, all reportedly for $1000. Technically, this is as bad as it gets. It's very much inspired by H.G. Lewis, even down to the quality; a killer stalks five women - that's the plot, or as much plot as one can discern. It's a standard slasher, poorly conceived and executed, but has a loyal following because of its naive cheesiness, which is almost endearing after having watched thousands of these things.
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