We
open at Winston Hill Sanitarium For
the Very, Very Nervous, where we spy the
night nurse deeply involved in a paperback
until her station phone rings. When she
answers to a silent line, the soundtrack
clues us in that something sinister is
afoot as she hangs up -- that, or the
organist got their finger stuck between two
keys. And when the phone
rings again, this time, it’s Dickie
Cavanaugh’s room extension and -- Wait,
the criminally insane are given their own
phones? Anyways ... all the nurse hears is
some obscene breathing, but this is enough
to warrant further investigation. Entering
the patient's room, she finds it seemingly
empty; but after several suspenseful
turns, she opens the bathroom door just in
time to see Cavanaugh jump off the toilet
and hang himself. Whoa! And as the body
violently spasms, the nurse screams and
runs for help.
Next,
we abruptly switch locales to the gym at
Dewitt College, where the Dewitt Bears
basketball team is on the verge of making
the conference championship game. Down by
one point, with the ball, and only a few
seconds left, the coach calls for a
timeout. Chastising his star player, Pete
"The Maniac" Kriesniac (Marty
McChesney), to get his head in the
game, the coach breaks the huddle and
sends his team back on the court. Before
the whistle blows, Maniac’s best friend,
Teddy Ratliff (James Carrel),
pulls the distracted star aside and begs
him to forget Leslie -- his newly minted
ex-girlfriend,
who recently dumped him after two-year
relationship -- for just seven seconds so
they can win the game. Then,
as the cheerleaders and the Dewitt mascot
-- a
dopey looking bear costume with a blonde
wig, googley eyes, and exposed tongue
waggling down -- gets
the home crowd warped into a frenzy, the
ball is put in play and Teddy makes a
perfect assist to Maniac, who sinks the
winning basket as time expires.
And
with a nickname like Maniac, and his
jilted lover status, we’ll go ahead
and call him Suspect #1.
While
the crowd storms the court, with hi-fives
all around, Charlie Kaiser (Larry
Mints), the campus radio
station’s head guru and play by play
announcer, reminds everyone over the
airwaves about the big Gamma Sorority
Retro-Party following the game, and their
infamous Annual All Night Scavenger Hunt
that follows tomorrow night. In the locker
room, as the team celebrates its victory,
Benson (Matthew Dunn) sheds
the mascot costume and starts putting the
screws into the surly Mike Pryor (David
Holbrook). When this needling
almost comes to blows, we find out why
after we switch to the girl’s locker
room, where, as the cheerleaders change
clothes, Sheila Robinson (Lauren
Taylor) confides in Lynn Connors (Julie
Montgomery) that she’s been
seeing Benson behind Mike’s back.
Bragging up Benson’s sexual prowess,
Sheila plans on breaking up with Surly
Mike as soon as she gets up enough courage
-- I ain't calling him surly for nothing,
folks. Later, Lynne meets up with Teddy,
her boyfriend, and Maniac outside the gym.
They also run into Dancer and Hagen (Paul
Christie and Gregory Salata), our
comedy relief for the next hour and a
half, who break out their shtick that
probably sent the majority of audiences
scrambling for the nearest exit.
When
does comedy relief go from odious to
malignant? When it’s
done with a bad French accent. That’s
when!
When
Teddy asks these two idiots if they're
coming to the Gamma's party, we, as the
audience, can only hope they say no ...
but Dancer and Hagen say they wouldn’t
miss it, even though it pales when
compared to the pending All Night Scavenger Hunt.
Next,
we cut away to a drunken man, in the
middle of nowhere, digging a hole. When a
van pulls up, the digger yells at the
driver for being late and then expositions
the plot a bit. Seems the drunk and the
driver are gravediggers, and the hole is
for [quote/] that nut [/unquote]
Cavanaugh. You see, many years ago,
Cavanaugh was a student at Dewitt, who
went nuts and brutally killed the daughter
of the campus security chief. Thus, no one
will miss him except his sister, who paid
for the burial [Plot Point #1]. After
laying the bagged-up corpse on the ground,
the driver grabs a shovel to help dig. But
suddenly, a shadowy figure comes out of
the dark, grabs another shovel, brains
both men in the head, and then proceeds to
pummel them into a bloody pulp before
dumping and burying both bodies in the
shallow grave. That done, the assailant
steals the van, and, as it pulls away, we
pan over to Cavanaugh's body but all we
see is an empty bag; the body is gone
[Plot Point #2]. So, basically, everyone
we've met is cheating on someone, we have
a mad killer on the loose, a missing body,
and a campus wide scavenger hunt pending,
where plenty of potential victims will go
poking into the darkest recesses of the college grounds
in search of clues alone. E'yup. Smells like a guaranteed
bloodbath to me, too...
Okay
... find yourself a piece of paper and a
pen, and prepare yourselves to take
studious notes to plug into a flow chart
as we go. Trust me. You’ll need it to
keep all the suspects, couples, and
victims straight in our latest, and very
squishy, whodunit, Girls
Nite Out.
The
exact origins of the film are a bit
sketchy. Rumor has it that Anthony
Kurgis and Kevin Gurgis, a couple of
wealthy young turks from Ohio, wanted to
get into the movie business. And so,
following the normal protocols of breaking
in, they decided to get their feet wet by
spending some of their parents real estate
bank by producing a low rent horror movie
to establish their screen cred. Originally
penned as The Scaremaker, Kurgis
and Gurgis hooked up with producers Richard Barclay and
Arthur Ginsberg, whose biggest claim to
fame was the made for TV-movie classic, The
Halloween that Almost Wasn't -- where
Dracula has to toughen up his fellow
monsters after they've gone soft. They, in
turn, provided a director, Robert Duebel,
and crew culled from their old American
Playhouse days, who took Kurgis and Gurgis'
script, after a punch-up from at least
three other people, and committed it to
film.
Now,
one only has to peruse the IMDB to show
that Kurgis and Gurgis' film career was
stillborn after The Scaremaker
premiered. Arriving just as the first wave
of slasher movies had crashed against the
breakers of growing public backlash, the
film saw only a limited theatrical release
through Sam Sherman and Al Adamson's
Independent International, and then barely
made a blip on the radar when HBO released
it on home video under the new title, Girls
Nite Out. Today, some thirty years
later, Kurgis and Gurgis are still in
Ohio, serving as personal injury attorneys.
And their reluctance to talk about the
production will leave many mysteries about
Girl's Nite Out left unanswered.
Like whose idea was it to make the killer
a -- wait, we haven't really gotten to the
killer in this thing yet, have we? Oh,
man, just wait till ya see the killer in this
thing...
Okay,
so, back at the campus, Lynn, Teddy and Maniac stop
by the Student Union for some food. When Teddy places an order with
the friendly Barney (Rutanya
Alda -- and isn't Barney kind of an odd name for a
girl?), she tells him
no charge; it’s on MacVey (Hal
Holbrook), the campus security
chief. (Yes ... it was his daughter
that was killed.) Congratulated on the big win,
after MacVey moves on, out of nowhere, Maniac
does his Mrs. Bates impersonation for
Lynn:
Hmmmnnn
... Reenacting
the climactic scene in Psycho,
where Vera Miles spins the chair and we
realize Norman's mother is really a
corpse, and that Norman was his
homicidal mother's surrogate all along, definitely qualifies as
foreshadowing in this movie, giving us Plot
Point #3.
Later,
Lynn changes into her costume for the
party. Drunk already, Teddy and Maniac
send her on alone but promise to catch up
later. Making her way down a
lonely path, the soundtrack gets stuck in between the same two, dissonant piano keys
again as a
rogue POV-cam comes to life and starts
stalking Lynn. But it's only Ralph (John
Didrichsen), the nerdy and
repressed towel boy for the basketball
team, and he just wanted to return a scarf
she had dropped. Together, they head into
the party house and find things in full
swing. Alas, Hagen and Dancer are there,
too, playing strip poker with Jane (Laura
Summer) and Kathy (Carrick
Glenn). When Teddy and Maniac
finally show up, since Lynn seems to have
disappeared, Teddy starts hitting on
anything with a skirt. Meanwhile, Maniac spots
Leslie (Lois Robinson), tries to be friendly, but she only
reinforces that it’s over between them.
Back at the poker game, Hagen and Dancer tell a group of pledges the legend of
Dickie Cavanaugh. Seems our boy Dickie was
taken out into the woods for the Bear
Ritual, a
fraternity rite of passage
(-- otherwise known as hazing).
But
when he came back from the woods, his mind
stayed behind and he’s been loony-tunes
ever since. Expositioning the plot some
more, one of the pledges calls the legend
a load of bunk,
saying Dickie got hung up on some
cheerleader and, when she dumped him for
some other guy, right in the middle of
that year's Scavenger Hunt, the jilted
lover killed her in a jealous rage [Plot
Point #4]. Also of note, Ralph, feeling
his beer, is currently on the dance floor,
cupping a feel wherever he can, which nets
him several slaps to the face. This
general behavior, coupled with all the
grief he takes from his peers, makes
freak-o Ralph
Suspect
#2. And speaking of creeps, Teddy is putting the moves on Dawn
Sorenson (Suzanne Barnes), since Dawn’s boyfriend, Bud
(Tony Schultz), is passed out just two feet away;
but that doesn’t deter our boy Teddy.
Dude?
Don’t you have a girlfriend? Geez,
from now on this guy will be known as
Teddy, the Creep.
Elsewhere
in the party house, when Surly Mike
catches Benson and Sheila making out,
confirming his suspicions, he interrupts and the two make a
scene after she tells him it's over. Then, Mike
loses it, claiming that if he can’t have
her no one will. And as his tantrum
escalates, it brings the party to a
screeching halt. Breaking the nervous
silence, Surly
Mike calls all the girls
present worthless whores, promises that he won’t forget this
betrayal, and storms off -- officially
making Surly Mike Suspect
#3. With the party derailed, Lynn finds
Teddy, the Creep, and pulls him off Dawn,
whom Teddy, the Creep, claims is just his cousin,
and
heads home. And as the campus beds down
for the night, at
the radio station, groovy Charlie Kaiser
signs off for the night but reminds
everyone to tune in tomorrow for the great
Scavenger Hunt.
Back
at the dorms, after finishing his shower (--
a
private showers in each dorm room? Wow,
this is some ritzy college), there’s
a persistent knock at Benson's door. When
he opens it, he recognizes the visitor and
smiles -- until he takes three knife blows
to the chest ... As Benson slumps to the
floor, dead, the killer gathers up the
mascot costume and, in a raspy voice, says
"I need this more than you."
That deed done, the killer then breaks
into the empty radio station and copies the
clues and answers for the big Scavenger
Hunt. Elsewhere,
Lynn and Teddy, the Creep, are having a
post-party talk in bed. Knowing full well
that Dawn wasn’t his cousin, Lynn says
she isn’t jealous but insulted. Blaming
his behavior on the booze, Teddy,
the Creep, apologizes and promises to try
and do better. (Don’t
feel bad. I don’t believe him either.) Suddenly,
they hear something outside the windwo,
but when
Teddy, the Creep, goes out and
investigates, he only finds a
spring-loaded cat soundbyte. (Honestly,
I never saw the cat.)
The
next morning, MacVey finds Surly Mike
stewing on a park bench. Apparently, MacVey heard
about the disturbance at the party last
night, and
what he said, and not wanting history to
repeat itself, he confronts Surly Mike on
what his intentions are. When Mike, being
his surly self, tells him to mind his own
business, MacVey (--
wisely
or unwisely --) complies. Later, while
Lynn meets up with Sheila, Leslie, Jane,
Kathy and Trish (Susan Pitts) at
the library to strategize for the
Scavenger Hunt, Teddy, the Creep, sets up
a rendezvous with Dawn later that night
since his girlfriend will be occupied
elsewhere.
Also preparing for the evening's festivities, the killer has taped together
four serrated steak knives into a deadly
claw that he attaches to the mascot
costume. (One should note that this
film did beat Freddy Krueger to the punch
on a choice of weapons by almost two
years.) Donning said costume, the unknown
killer swipes the deadly claw in mock
attack and then sets out to do his dastardly
deeds -- but not before checking himself
out in a mirror first.
And
yes, with those googley eyes and exposed
tongue, I believe that this most
assuredly qualifies as the stoopidest looking screen killer of all time...
That
evening, when Groovy Charlie Kaiser takes to
the airwaves the entire campus listens
in for the start of the great All Night
Scavenger Hunt, where, over the next
six-hours, his listeners must find 36
items hidden all over the campus. To
accomplish this, Charlie will give out six
cryptic clues per hour for what to find
and where to find it, with the winner
getting an all expenses paid trip to a Caribbean
resort. After giving out the first clue, the DJ notices that
someone’s been tampering with his notes.
Meanwhile, the chase is on, and narrowing down the clue to two possible
places, Jane and Kathy split up to save
time. Jane thinks
the clue leads to the campus squash court
-- turns out she
was right, and finds the first item there.
But while bending over to pick it up, not realizing
the Killer Bear has snuck up behind her
until its too late, Jane screams as the
killer -- forgive me -- bear
hugs her, calls her a slew of
nasty names, and uses the deadly claw to
rip her throat out!
Next,
the
second clue leads the team of Sheila,
Leslie, and Trish into the campus boiler
room, where they find the second item. [And
I guess the absence of Lynn during all
this makes her a weak Suspect
#4.]
At
the radio station, Groovy Kaiser takes a
phone call from the killer, who claims in the same raspy voice that Jane was
only the first and to guess who will be second
before hanging up. Writing
it off as a crank call, the DJ broadcasts
the next clue ... As the Scavenger Hunt
progresses, Dancer and
Hagen are in their room, smoking reefer
and making up lewd clues to their own sex
scavenger hunt; and judging by the
thickness of the haze, they’ve been at
this for a while -- eliminating them as
suspects. Elsewhere, as Dawn relaxes in
her bubble bath, the soundtrack settles on
that single dissonant note again while
someone sneaks up the stairs toward her
bathroom. Lucky for her, it’s only
Teddy, the Creep, and they don’t intend
to spend the evening in the bathroom
talking.
Well,
since it’s
been more than twenty-minutes since they
split up and Jane still hasn’t come back
yet, Kathy decides to go and look for
her. Entering the sports complex,
she doesn't fine her friend but hears some water running in the
locker room. The sound leads her to the
showers, where Jane’s savaged corpse is
strung up like an obscene marionette.
Kathy screams and tries to run away, but
runs right into the Killer Bear, who drags
her into the darkness and her doom! Back
at the radio station, Groovy Kaiser announces
that he’s gotten a lot of phone calls
complaining that the clues are too hard
but makes no apologies. When the killer
phones in again, announcing Kathy was
second with another due, this time, Kaiser calls campus
security and reports the disturbing calls.
Taking the report, MacVey says to keep him
posted if he gets any more. Kaiser then
gives the next clue that, once again, has two possible
answers; it's either on the beach by the
campus pond or hanging from a beech tree.
Telling the other two girls to check out
the beech trees by the cemetery, Sheila
heads to the pond, where she spots the Killer Bear and makes
the fatal mistake of assuming it's Benson
in the suit. Inviting "Benson"
into the boathouse for a quickie, Sheila
starts to strip down and gets indignant
when her lover won't come inside. But
before
she can really lose her temper, the killer
pounces, calling her a whore, and savages
her throat with the claw -- making Surly
Mike our Prime
Suspect ... This time, the killer calls MacVey directly and
says his daughter, Patty -- the one Dickie
killed, remember? --
wasn’t
a nice girl and deserved to die. When
MacVey demands to know whom he’s talking
to, the killer says it’s obvious; he’s
Dickie Cavanaugh. Saying that’s
impossible, since he’s locked up in the loony
bin, after
the killer laughs and hangs up, MacVey
rings up the sanitarium, demanding to
speak to the man in charge. And as he rips
into them for letting
a dangerous lunatic like Dickie Cavanaugh
out to make threatening crank calls. the doctor
finally interrupts him long enough to
inform MacVey of Cavanaugh's recent suicide.
Asked if he’s sure the killer's dead,
the doctor scoff's and guarantees it. In
fact, Dickie's sister already came and picked up the body
to be buried. And the unknown sister, who
might turn out to be any of the girls left
alive -- and my money’s on freaky Trish -- is
definitely Suspect
#5.
Meanwhile,
Trish and Leslie find the latest item in the
beech trees. Tuning in for the next clue
about bats in the belfry, it again has two
possible answers; either the baseball
field, or the attic of the college chapel.
Splitting up, Trish heads to the diamond
while Leslie heads toward the chapel,
where she stumbles around in the
dark until the lights mysteriously turn
on. She spots the Bear Mascot, assumes
it's Benson, and, it turns out, the legend
of the size of Benson’s *ahem*
manhood is so great, that Leslie isn’t
too alarmed when the raspy voice promises
her a good time tonight. But her
convictions quickly change as he leads in
with the deadly claw, which
would have been a nice Dr.
Tongue 3-D effect but the
cameraman was having a little trouble with
the focus. We cut away before Leslie can
even scream, and that makes
two off screen deaths -- usually very rare
in one of these things.
After
Teddy, the Creep, and Dawn finish doing
the deed, they agree that it will be
better, for both of them, if they just
consider this a one-night stand and leave
it at that. Then, as Teddy, the Creep, gathers his
clothes and leaves
we can eliminate the both of
them as suspects, and Lynn, too, as she
walks into the chapel while the Bear
Mascot runs out. When she says hi to "Benson" and
heads inside, one has to ask this
question: Did Benson spend a lot of time
in that bear suit walking around campus?
Back at the radio station, Groovy Kaiser
gets another call from the killer, who says
the twins are together again.
And
are
you thinking what I'm thinking? Yeah.
Dickie had a twin sister, pushing this
unknown sibling up to our new Prime
Suspect.
Sorry, Surly Mike. Quick, back to the
review before the killer strikes again!
When
Lynn
finds Leslie’s body, after a general
freak out, she reports it to MacVey, who
calls the radio station and orders Kaiser
to pull the plug on the Scavenger Hunt
and asks everyone to return to their
rooms in a nice orderly fashion:
"Attention, students. Attention. There
is a psycho-killer running loose on the
campus. Do not panic. Repeat. Do not
panic..."
The
police arrive and start to tape off the
chapel, when word comes that more dead
bodies are showing up all over campus.
This so upsets the Dean that he turns the
whole mess over to MacVey. The next
morning, the police begin interviewing
suspects. First up is Lynn, since she
found the body. Saying the only reason she
was in the chapel was because of the
Scavenger Hunt, she then remembers seeing Benson
coming out of the chapel while she
was heading in. As one of the detectives
heads off to find Benson, MacVey calls up
Groovy Kaiser to hash over his brief conversations
with the killer. When Kaiser says he’s
got them all on tape, MacVey is a little
indignant that this wasn’t brought to
his attention sooner, but tones it down
and asks if he can have them as soon as
possible. Next, since one of the
victims was his ex-girlfriend, when Maniac is
interrogated we
realize he was conspicuously absent the
entire night. So do the cops, but Maniac
swears he has an alibi, having spent the
night at the Bonaventure
Hotel with a prostitute. And last, but not
least, is Surly Mike, who gets raked over
the coals due to his vitriolic outburst at
the party. He seems sincere with his
denials, and frankly, he's
just too obvious so I'm not going out on
much of a limb when I eliminate him as the
killer. And the suspect list gets even
shorter, when word comes that they've found
Benson's body.
Meanwhile,
Dawn’s boyfriend finds out about
her tryst with Teddy, the Creep, and kicks
her out of his house. Frankly, I have no
sympathy for Dawn’s tears as she dug her
own grave with Teddy, the Creep. Sure,
call me a prude. But both of these
characters' attitudes, actions, and mutual
cheating on their alleged romantic
interests is appalling. Teddy is a
creep, and Dawn -- well, Dawn can't
believe that Bud would get so upset. I
mean, all she did was sleep with someone
else, in his bed, in his house! Back
at campus security, MacVey plays the tapes while perusing some
old newspaper clippings about the murder of his
daughter, where he spies a picture of Dickie
Cavanaugh in the story --
and dang it if he doesn’t look familiar.
And when the tape plays the last message,
about the twins being back together, the
quarter finally drops for MacVey. Grabbing a pen,
he starts scribbling long hair on Dickie's
mugshot. Then he stops short, realizing
who the sister is -- Dickie's twin, Katie
-- and just realized who that really is!
Well,
at this point, there aren’t that many
girls left and only one of them is old
enough to be the killer's twin sister. So, it’s
obvious who MacVey has pegged. I
realized it, too, and frankly, I feel
the movie is getting off cheaply with
this ancillary character being the
killer and call shenanigans on the whole
flam-damned thing! So who is it? Read on...
Night
falls, and as Dawn makes her way home, a twig snaps,
some leaves rustle, and the girl slowly
realizes she’s being followed. Running to the Student Union, she finds a phone
and calls Teddy, the Creep -- who is busy
comforting Lynn in her hour of need. When
he answers the phone, in between the
frantic sobs, Teddy, the Creep, figures
out the killer is after Dawn -- then the
sobs abruptly stop, and a familiar raspy
voice comes on the line and says "If
you want her, come and get her."
Leaving
the distraught Lynn behind, Teddy, the
Creep, enters the darkened Student Union
and makes his way to the cafeteria. Have
you figured it out yet? He
finds Dawn on the floor, bleeding, but
still alive. As he tries to help her,
Dawn's warning that the killer is behind
him comes too late. From out of the
darkness, Barney attacks him with a
butcher knife and stabs him repeatedly.
...Barney?
Barney who? You all remember Barney,
right? The weird named waitress we met
way, way back at the beginning of the
movie? Yeah. Me neither. Like I said,
SHENANIGANS!
Before
she can deal the mortal blow, MacVey shows
up. Calling her Katie, the killer pauses. MacVey
presses on, tries to reason with her, but Katie
isn’t really here right now. Talking
with Dickie’s voice -- think
Norman/Norma Bates here, and it is kinda
creepy -- Dickie/Katie
confesses to killing his daughter and all
the others because of their philandering
ways. When MacVey keeps trying to convince her
that Dickie is dead, Katie suddenly reasserts herself and scoffs that Dickie
isn’t dead. In fact, she claims, he’s here. She
then walks over to the freezer door and opens
it -- revealing the frozen corpse of her
twin brother sitting in a chair. Slowly,
the camera zooms in and we see the corpse
is wearing the bear's deadly claw. And
the slow zoom continues on the frozen face
until the frame freezes for...
The
End
You
know, I really enjoyed the movie Scream;
it just pushed all the right nostalgia buttons
for me. Too young when the Stalk 'n' Slash
films first hit big, being the little
horror-movie-phile that I was, I constantly
pestered my older siblings for
detailed plot accounts of the murder and
mayhem in the films they'd managed to see,
like Halloween,
Happy
Birthday to Me and Friday
the 13th. And then I finally saw
one: somehow, Prom
Night
aired
on NBC and it was all we talked about at
school the next day -- and the day after
that. Clearly, I was hooked. I also
clearly remember when my entire 5th and
6th grade class --
all eleven of us from good old Holstein
Public -- got invited to a birthday party, where
the birthday boy's folks had one of those new fangled RCA
laser disc players -- the old style, where
the disc was as big as an old LP record --
and had rented for us Star
Wars, Enter
the Dragon
and Friday
the 13th.
Since I had already committed the plot and
murders at Crystal Lake to memory (--
thanks,
sis!), I spent
the entire movie warning those with
sensitive stomachs to turn away at the
strategic moments. However, I refrained
from revealing that final jump-scare --
and my god, that room exploded when the
swampy mongoloid jumped out of the water!!!
As
with all genres, the Stalk 'n'
Slash had its
golden age before repetition and falling
into formula eventually killed it off.
Alas, by the time I was old enough to see
these in the theater, the genre, for all
intents and purposes, was as dead as it's
last victim. My salvation came with home
video and I went through a long phase of
renting any movie that even remotely
related to the genre that I missed. But any
devotee of the stalk
'n' slash can see the decline
in quality of the later years as
production values went down, budgets
shrank, and, at some point, it became more
about the killing itself -- and finding
newer and more inventive ways to off
someone, than the reasons behind the
killer's psychosis. Who cares what the
motive was. Nine times out of ten, we were
now rooting for the killer anyway as the
loose conglomeration of people gathered,
as written, tended to get on one's last
nerve to somehow give the filmmakers the
moral high ground. And
there was also a not so subtle change
concerning the victims. Most people forget
that when the genre began, the killers
were equal opportunity assassins and just
as many guys were killed in these things
as women. But for some reason, people only
seem to remember the girls being stalked
and slashed. And more often then not, whether
they really were or not, they
remember them being topless. Formula
eventually became predictable, then cliché, and the films
stopped being suspenseful or scary and
became outright laughable.
I’ll
admit I was laughing right along with
you, gawking at the naked boobies and
reveling in the gore. But I was yearning
for the days of intricate plots, red
herrings, and not so obvious killers and
truly surprising revelations. And then
along came Scream,
and, for a brief, glorious moment, I was
eleven again and very happy.
I say brief because the
Stalk 'n'
Slash movie went through the same
decline of quality as it did before --
only a lot faster this time, beginning
almost immediately with nigh
incomprehensible I
Know What You Did Last Summer.
Before
you shoot off the e-mails, yes, I
realize Kevin Williamson cherry-picked
and stole the plot from a number of
earlier slasher films. I don't care. And
as much as I like Scream,
I truly despise Scream
II
and Scream
III.
See,
it wasn’t the killings that fascinated
me; sure,
they were morbidly gruesome, but I was more
interested in the warped motives, the
bodies piling up everywhere, and, of
course, the false leads and red herrings.
I always looked forward to the end, when
the killer would reveal themselves and
spill how they did it and spew why they
did it. In the end, these motives seldom
made sense and it was always impossible
how they pulled it off, but, again, I didn’t
care. At some point I realized these
types of films could be broken down into
two sub-genres: the Whodunit, and the
Psycho-Degenerate. Much, much more do I
enjoy the Whodunits, where we don't know
who the killer is, than the ones with the
indestructible Psycho-Degenerates, who ran
amok, buzz-sawed through their cast and
cracked wise. Wanting to focus solely on
Whodunits for this retrospective, then, I
decided to sub-out Don't
Go in the Woods Alone -- a
pretty rotten example of the
Psycho-Degenerate film -- and sub-in Girl's
Nite Out
as a last minute replacement. At the time
of its production, the rules of the genre
were pretty much set in full rigor
mortis and Girl's Nite
Out is fairly rote -- stay monogamous
or you're dead meat -- and offers nothing
new.
The central mystery is fairly intricate
but has no punch. And
this is compounded when the filmmakers
don't overcompensate with the gore,
bizarre killings, or a ton of naughty
bits. The only thing the film has going for it
is the unintentional humor of it's killer,
disguised in that idiotic bear costume,
and that's stretched pretty dang thin by
the end, making for one long movie to muck
through. Yes ... the killer's costume is --
well, unique, but the gore effects are
pretty terrible: Ketchup Splatter, another
stinky sub-sub genre. Beyond that, the
deaths are uninspiring and I don't recall
any nudity at all, which leaves us with a
lot of tedium.
Still,
there is a question of the killer's
identity, right? So you have to pay
attention, right? No. Not really, for in
the end, you didn't have to because the
killer came completely out of left field.
And the fact that the film foreshadows the family twist with
such a lack of subtlety you can only sadly
shake your head at how embarrassingly obvious
to where it’s going and who the
killer really is. And the script
really paints itself into a corner by
making the killer Dickie's twin. If it had
been, say, a little sister or brother,
then any of the students we've met are
suspects. But a twin sister only leaves
one possible, and very lame, answer: a
negligible side character, who only put in
one noticeable appearance before she shows
up at the end with knife in hand.
It's
a cheat. A dirty stinking cheat; one of the few unforgivable sins
in the Stalk 'n' Slash world.
Shot
on the Upsala College Campus in New
Jersey, the
film does get its small college atmosphere
right. I got the biggest kick out of how
the entire school tuned into the campus
radio station -- that had a
golden oldies format; the same five golden
oldies over and over and over ... I don’t
think anyone, besides the communications
majors, even realized we had campus radio
station at my college. (KFKX! 97.3
on your FM dial!) It didn’t help
that we only had like a 1/2-Watt
transmitter -- if you were in the parking
lot of the building, you could almost tune
it in. You had no listeners, but it was
good practice -- and you could get away
with saying "booger!" on the
air. (The station also had a
kick ass collection of vinyl LP’s. And
no you can’t look through my LP’s to
see how many I "liberated.") As for the cast, Hal Holbrook barely
breaks a sweat as MacVey -- and I honestly
don’t know if his son, David, making
his screen debut, had any influence on him being in
this movie or not. Montgomery went on to play
Betty in Revenge
of the Nerds,
and Alda keeps popping up occasionally.
The rest of the cast does an OK job but
were never heard from again.
So,
Girls
Nite Out is a
tired and uninspired paint-by--numbers Stalk 'n'
Slash. Katie going all creepy
schizoid at the end is moot because the
film ran out of gas long before that
happens. But, as I mentioned before, the
film does have the goofiest looking killer
in screen history, when she's running amok
in that dopey bear suit. Unfortunately,
that’s the one and only reason I can
think of to recommend it.
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