I FUCKING LOVE COLOURING
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…
This review reportedly contains 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…
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.
(Recommended by Todd Gaines)
Film #2 of Fridays with Reelz
"Look, the way we built that raft, they're probably safer than we are."
It's getting closer and closer to midnight (at least where I live) and I didn't want this series to turn into "Saturdays with Reelz", so I'll try and hurry up a little here.
The Burning is one fascinating slasher film. It stands above and beyond most other generic slasher films because of one reason and one reason alone: it gives the audience a reason to be sympathetic towards its killer. Scumbag teenagers (inadvertently) setting me on fire and leaving me as a horrible, disfigured human would surely piss me off too. Cropsy's…
SOME SPOILERS HERE
ARGH AN ARM! I MUST WIPE THE WET END ALL OVER MY BREASTS BEFORE I DROP IT!
The Burning is every bit the gormless slab of entertainment that I demand any 1980s slasher should be. It's also one of those films that has a high level of notoriety, certainly on these shores, when it's completely harmless nonsense and by today's standards I'm not even sure it's all that violent.
Needless to say, it was slung on the video nasty heap over in the 1980s after some dumbass at Thorn-EMI put out the uncut version on video accidentally on purpose. Mind you, it was worth a shot considering the…
Features some above-average camera work, and it's fun to see Jason Alexander, Fisher Stevens and Holly Hunter in their debuts, but there's a 40-minute stretch that's deadly dull. Also, why does everybody stand up for the creepy peeping tom kid?
This 80s slasher film flew under the radar for me until this year, what a gem. The Burning takes what is now a cliché, 1981 summer camp slasher, and easily becomes one of the more inspired pictures in the genre. It is ugly, low budget and really gets under your skin, in a good way. I'm a little desensitized to 'Jump Scares' and this movie managed to get me once towards the end.
Featuring Tom Savini's inventive horror effects, lots of boobs, and a glimpse of George Costanza's bare buttocks.
How could you go wrong.
In recent years baseball fans, scouts, and stats nerds have elevated the concept of WAR (wins above replacement), which in turn has made aficionados more aware of replacement-level players, especially those who are most obviously overpaid or overpraised. But of course even the most hopelessly mediocre, replacement-level player is capable of making a nice play in the field and producing runs in a given situation.
THE BURNING so purely embodies basic slasher conventions that it's impossible to hold it up as a special movie and yet it does everything a classic slasher is supposed to do well enough that it's impossible not to enjoy if you're into this kind of shit. It's the horror movie equivalent of a replacement-level baseball…
I like The Burning but I don't think it's the masterpiece that a lot of other people do. If Friday the 13th didn't exist then I might do but then again, if Friday the 13th didn't exist then neither would this probably.
Sure, The Burning is well and truly a basic slasher. It has all the ingredients of the genre and is completely predictable from the beginning to the end. If you aren't a fan of the genre it's nothing for you apart from the really bloody murders and the oddball score by Rick Wakeman. But if you are a fan you get exactly what you want. Blood and boobs. A lot of blood. And sometimes that's all you want and The Burning serves it up in a tasty package.
Two films the same year where working off the Legend of Cropsy, one of them went on to become a genre classic, one not so much, even though it's a great flick.
As the story goes someone working on Tony Maylam's The Burning was dating someone who was working on Joe Giannone's Madman. Told them that they where both shooting slashers based on the same legacy, so Madman changed its content and The Burning stuck with its Cropsy story. Possibly thanks to the name Savini, The Burning walked into the history books as Madman kind of faded away.
The Burning is sheer and pure slasher bonanza. Summer camp, horny kids, mad murderer and great special effects! Backstory lets us know…
Nice effects, decent acting and a final nerd instead of a final girl. That's fun alright, BUT motherfucking FUCK what a looooong time it takes to start moving.
Vista por tener a Jack Sholder como montador, que creo que hace un trabajo muy fino aquí, incluso maquillando algunas cosas que no funcionan bien (todo el inicio me pareció muy torpe, del enfermero charlatán a la escena del asesinato de la prostituta). En adelante mejora bastante y lo cierto es que la brutalidad de algunos momentos me dejó de piedra. Sobre todo porque la muerte de niños, no ya adolescentes con picores (que también), sigue siendo un tabú de representación. Así que me resultó de lo más refrescante en un slasher que apenas tiene prisas en incrementar el body count y deja pasar una hora larga para mostrar un verdadero estallido. Lástima por el climax, realmente flojo, pero es de esos títulos del género a los que merece la pena dar una oportunidad.
We're about half way through the Underrated Series and have finally reached one of the big genres. I'm expecting lots…
It's no secret that I'm a huge fan of slasher films, and here I've tried to compile a list of…