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…
More or less the peak of the summer camp slasher set, certainly better made than most if not all of the Fridays. Runs through every cliché of the genre like it's ticking boxes, but does so with confident efficiency.
Not as tight and sound as I remember it being the first time around, but still a solid addition into the cannon of FRIDAY THE 13th rip offs and 80s slashers films alike.
And while all the flaws you expect to find in these kind of films are indeed here and definitely boggle the film down in terms of predictability and pacing, some early Tom Savini effects magic, a cast chalked full of recognizable faces (Jason Alexander! Holly Hunter! Fisher Stevens!) and an incredible sense of mood and setting, makes THE BURNING one of the few pieces of 80s cheese that still manages to stand the test of time.
How this never became franchise material is beyond me.
It was just a prank bro...
- Summercamp Slasher
- Jason Alexander
I have gazed into the arsehole of Fisher Stevens.
Baby Jason Alexander is cute. All the other boys are perverts and rapists. The killer is awesome, love the Savini gore. Classic summer camp thrill.
I think garden shears are my favorite slasher weapon.
Ein guter Slasher/Backwood(?) Film mit komischen Elementen, der aber auch seine Längen aufweist. Wirklich spannend wird es selten, weil der Killer einfach zu dumm und träge ist. Der Anfang ist zudem zu lange. Ich dachte, das Heckenscherenmotiv von der Everything Went Black von Black Flag wiederzukennen, bin mir dazu aber nicht mehr so sicher, da die Schwer im Film meistens überkopf gehalten wird...
You wanna get nuts? Let's get nuts.
This is somehow every slasher ever made while also someone not like any other slasher ever made.
The 2016 (2nd) edition of the list. You can see the original and more info here.
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