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.
Part of Hoop-Tober
“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…
I can't fucking believe George Costanza was in this
They lose some canoes.
jason alexander really saves this one
Fast times at Camp Blackfoot.
Slasher cliches abound, but this is still a fun entry in the genre. It definitely delivers what it promises. One nice surprise is that the kids actually seem like kids, and some of them are likable enough that when they're killed off, you actually recognize them each as individuals, and maybe even care a bit.
"The Burning" is one of the legion of "Friday the 13th" rip-offs that came out in the 80s and, like many of its fellow imitators, makes a better movie than the one it's borrowing from.
"The Burning" has a nearly identical premise to the "Friday" series: some camp kids are responsible for the death of someone, and that someone comes back years later to seek his revenge by picking off an unlucky bunch of counselors and campers one by one. "The Burning" brings nothing original to the party, but it's just a better made movie than "Friday the 13th." A very young Jason Alexander is in the cast (I find him to be intolerable whenever he's playing anyone other than…
Why do I keep kidding myself with these slasher movies? I've probably only honestly enjoyed a small handful of the ones I've actually finished. A sub-genre I just can't quite get behind I guess. I will admit a few positive things about The Burning: it's not boring, it's technically well made, and it co-stars a dweeby little skeleton-boy of a young Fisher Stevens (as well as other young, dumpy, now famous folk). I'm all about that canoe scene though. That was some ferocious, frantic, frenzied editing right there. Other than that, gag me with some garden shears.
As far as summer camp slasher flicks go, this is really one of the better ones. A lot of great gore effects and cool death scenes, as well as characters that more well developed and likable than they tend to be in most of these types of films, make for a fun watch. Definitely worth checking out if your a slasher film fan.
What's that old saying, "an ugly groundskeeper dies two deaths"?
The wikipedia entry on Exploitation cinema is a bit hit and miss. Some films are nicely representative of their exploitation…