Director: Alan Birkinshaw
Writer: Alan Birkinshaw
Release Year: 1978
A jolly good time!
The bus transporting a schoolgirl choir breaks down in the woods at the same time a quartet of maniacs has broken loose from their LSD “dream therapy.” Those maniacs become very happy to have a nice cache of nubile victims since the dream therapy was presented to them as a way that they could satisfy their desires and, thus, heal their various psychoses….
Director: Jess Franco
Writer: Erich Tomek
Release year: 1981
German Title: Die Säge des Todes
If only every slasher film had a stone mill saw at its disposal.
A boarding school is plagued by grisly murders. Cult director Jess Franco, with his inimitable ways of poor or artistic taste – you be the judge of that – gives us his take on the late 70′s/early 80′s whodunit slasher format.
In August 1975, after a long production period full of struggles, ‘Sasqua’ had its theatrical release in the USA. Shortly after, however, the film vanished into obscurity. The film never received distribution on VHS or DVD and along the years became as much a mystery as the legendary Sasquatch creature it tells the tale of. Another forgotten film that seems untraceable? Not quite so, as things have surfaced and the beast has reared its head again…
Director: Jeff Wadlow
Writer: Beau Bauman & Jeff Wadlow
Release Year: 2005
He should have taken a cue from Peter.
Owen Matthews (Julian Morris) gets sent to a new prep school because he got caught dealing drugs. He meets a cute girl called Dodger (Lindy Booth) who gets him involved in a game the rich kids play that is something like duck-duck-goose, kinda sorta. The game works like poker in that bluffing and calling bluffs are far more important than the hand one has been dealt….
Director: Abel Ferrara
Writers: Nicholas St. John
Release year: 1979
The Blood Runs In Rivers… And The Drill Keeps Tearing Through Flesh And Bone
“OH FUCK, there’s, like, this guy and he appears to be a maniac in possession of a drill!”: The Movie. A struggling artist, lives in a a shithole with his braindead girl, some shitty punk band moves in next door and never stops playing, inner-city life’s filthiness gets a little on his nerves. So he does what any reasonable fellow would do under these circumstances, and goes on a murdering rampage with a drill.
