The more I think about it, Father’s Day would perhaps be a better title for this film. While there certainly is some mutilation, it’s not the theme, nor the unique selling point, in fact aside from being one step away from the most generic horror title I’ve ever seen (I mean, it’s only one ring above calling a film ‘The Killer’ or ‘The Murderer’) even its alternate title, ‘Fall Break’ is much more fitting, even though that’s also generic as hell. Continue reading “Worst Father’s Day Ever: The Mutilator (1985)”
When a film has a legacy; solidified in cinema history forever based on the followings they managed to gain, it’s usually down to one of two reasons. The first, well is simply because the film is good. Now being ‘good’ I suppose is subjective to the viewer, but there is an overall consensus when it comes to certain pictures. Films like The Godfather, Jaws, 2001: A Space Odyssey & The Terminator are just a few of the films you’ll find on pretty much every top 100 best films of all time lists, as well as receiving a lot of recognition for being cultural significant.
If you thought the Jaws franchise finished with Michael Caine joining up with Chief Brody’s wife to finally put an end to the Brody/Bruce(do sharks have last names? Bruce Jaws maybe? The Jaws’?) conflict, you’d be right, and that’s actually quite a good thing. After Jaws 4: The Revenge, the series slipped beneath the waves to be buried where it should of because, well it was just getting silly. The shit they make you swallow in number 4 is just so ridiculous, it’s laughable. What was once a film that awoke a dormant fear in everyone that saw it, turned into an interspecies blood feud that I guess can only be compared to something akin to a Jeremy Kyle episode? Continue reading “The real revenge of Jaws: Jaws 5”