Movies that are slightly off.
A legend of terror isn't a campfire story anymore!
A caretaker at a summer camp is burned when a prank goes tragically wrong. After several years of intensive treatment at hospital, he is released back into society, albeit missing some social skills. What follows is a bloody killing spree with the caretaker making his way back to his old stomping ground to confront one of the youths that accidently burned him.
Cropsy might not wear a mask but he's a scary fuckin' killer. A prank. Stop, Drop, Roll. A site for sore eyes. Your last trick. Bloody scissors. Sally's shower. Soapy suds. The way Michelle looks in her jeans. Girl talk. Underage smoking. Glazer's wife-beater t-shirt. The way Todd takes control. A Fast Times dork. Triple moon. Penthouse. Cafeteria shenanigans. Campfire tales. Fast talkin' Eddie. Skinny dippin'. Karen's tan lines. The Garden Shears of Death. The raft ride from fuckin' Hell. Cut, Stab, Die. Ticklish Todd. A sleeping bag. Scared shitless Costanza. Silent Holly Hunter. Flashbacks. The Blow Torch of Doom. An ugly-fuck. Gag-a-dork. Burn, Motherfucker, Burn. My favorite 80's slasher. Tom fuckin' Savini is a fuckin' genius. Every kill is…
So much better than Friday The 13th.
A mutual love for The Burning helped ignite the relationship that resulted in the marriage between Richard and I.
For that biased reason alone, this movie deserves every star and heart I'm able to offer it.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
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“So don't look; he’ll see you. Don’t breathe; he’ll hear you. Don’t move; you’re dead!”
I am thirty-two years old, hurtling headlong toward thirty-three. This does not make me old, of course, but it does mean my youth is quickly fading. On the whole, I’m fine with this development—it makes little sense to decry the inevitable—but occasionally I will become wistful for the days when my back didn’t hurt, when hangovers were but a fleeting myth, when my metabolism was not slowing to a crawl. It is on those occasions that a film like The Burning comes in handy. For in the world of The Burning, age is an infinitely flexible concept.
Take, for example, Alfred (Brian…
Summer camp. 1981. Big hair. Short shorts. Knee high socks. Canoes. Swimming. Baseball. Sex. S'mores. Sex. Campfires. Urban legends. Psychotic deformed murderers.
And more sex.
That is the humid and nostalgic atmosphere for The Burning, a 1981 slasher film that has become somewhat of a hidden classic among the slasher genre. It got buried underneath its competing slasher Titan, Friday The 13th. When you put the two films side by side its both easy and hard to see why one got big and one got left to the side. Friday The 13th was probably the better film and had a lot of elements that would establish the criteria for cheap 80's slasher films. Its setting was more fleshed out and…
Though there's too much leering, this is otherwise a fairly great but formulaic slasher. I imagine those who love it love it for the Savini effects and creeepy score (even if I am not Rick Wakeman's biggest fan, this score works for me) and the surprising number of stars who would go on to big things (I didn't even recognize Holly Hunter, what am I blind, and it took me 20 minutes to realize that was Jason "Dunston Checks In" Alexander--but I spotted Fisher Stevens right away what are my priorities).
I especially loved the sudden, swift violence on the raft that ended up being the bulk of the film's kills all in the space of a minute. I also…
Buena película para ser de los 80s y de terror. Me gustó la toma de la sangre escurriendo por la mano.
This movie is run of the mill in comparison to other horror movies of the '80s. Apparently it's similar to Friday the 13th, but I haven't seen that movie yet, so I don't know if that's true.
It's hard to mind how shamelessly the Weinsteins lifted from the burgeoning slasher trends of the time with their first big original film when the results are as nice as they are here. I think the biggest thing that sets this apart from the other films of its kind was having kids play, well, kids, as the younger age of the actors helps sell the danger that they're all in when Cropsy finally comes a-callin'. While there aren't any particularly great performances among the lot, despite the presence of future renowned talent like Jason Alexander, Fisher Stevens and Holly Hunter, it's easy to buy all of them as chummy with one another and the pranks they pull on one another…
Three stars for ridiculous death scenes alone.
Рипофф «Пятницы, 13-е», растасканный по кусочкам в ее же сиквелах. Равнозначный эквивалент фильму Каннингема, точно также устаревший к сегодняшнему дню.
Some pretty good laughs in this one. It was better than I expected.
It is impossible to see anything but young George Costanza in Jason Alexander.
Moderately entertaining summer camp psycho slasher fare, boasting at least one certifiably great (even iconic) murder sequence, followed by a deadly fade to red.
In its final sequence, THE BURNING becomes more of an adventure movie than anything else with its high-angle shots making its characters look like mice in a maze. I wanted more of this, but its duration was probably adequate. However, I don't for a second believe that a character - be he monster or otherwise - who had previously been immolated would choose a flamethrower as his weapon of choice. Otherwise, I did enjoy the late stage reveal the camp counselor Todd was one of the boys responsible for the prank-turned-accident that birthed Cropsy.
Great 80's film
It's all worth it for the end - the VERY end. :)
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