At least Jaws 2 had a story. Jaws 3 is like one long commercial for Sea World. No suspense, no thrills. Things just happen and you don't know why, nor do you care. There's more gore than in the previous installments (which leads me to wonder how on earth this got a PG rating) but the characters are dull and you just don't give a fuck when they end up getting chomped by the shark.
Scratch what I said in my previous review -- I guess the third time's a charm, because I really enjoyed it this time around. It's a bit silly, but so filled with gore and nudity and atmosphere that any flaws can be forgiven. The effects are quite good, too, especially for a low-budget 70s Spanish horror film. That severed Naschy head was impressive!
Sleepaway Camp will always hold a special place in my heart, because I'll never forget renting the VHS from the video store years ago. I was young and didn't have access to the Net back then, so I knew absolutely nothing about this movie when I picked the box up off the shelf. The lack of photos from the movie on the back cover didn't help either, but the phony letter from a frightened camper printed on the back in…
There are three reasons why Night Warning kicks ass:
1. Susan Tyrrell's insanely over-the-top performance. Just when you think she's gone just about as far as she can go, she becomes even more outrageously demented.
2. The incredibly gory finale in which the alarming Ms. Tyrrell goes so far into the stratosphere that you begin to fear for the actress' sanity.
3. The subplot involving Bo Svenson as a homophobic bigot cop trying to pin the murders on Jimmy McNichol,…