Filipe Furtado’s review published on Letterboxd:
Tom Savini is a genius, Joseph Zito is not. That's more or less the movie. It is very similar to the superior My Bloody Valentine from the same year, but that movie moves and this one doesn't. It lives for the kill and it has even larger sadistic streak than the genre usually got part because Savini's really amazing work in all those stabings, part because Zito enjoys them a lot. The one thing going for it is that there's a sadness to the entire thing that is very much its own. I mentioned this the last time I saw it, but the whodunit aspects are hilarious badly done even if they do fit thematic.