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Ten years following the incarceration of a twin boy for the brutal murder of a man at the drive-in, said twin, Todd, escapes. His memory has been coming back and he’s thinking he may not be as guilty as he believed he was. This puts a bit of a hamper on the Thanksgiving gathering for his family this year. But here’s the thing; is Todd as homicidal as believed or could it be his twin brother Terry falsely accused him and is the one with a loose screw or two? As it’s been nearly forty years, I’m comfortable in telling you that Terry is a psychotic piece of shit and this is some bad news for anyone hanging around the apartment where his mother Maddy (Louise Lasser, sounding especially like she smoked a few packs of cigarettes before filming) lives. That’s not even a spoiler, they don’t really leave it open for interpretation following the hatchet slaying of the young dude getting his bone on in the backseat of his car. Terry’s been able to manage his homicidal tendencies but his mom’s recently announced engagement has set something off… helps that his escaped brother leaves the perfect scapegoat for his killing spree. Todd’s sympathetic doctor believes her patient’s claim (she won’t be around long), Maddy is in denial but finding it harder to ignore some obvious warning signs her “good” son is displaying, Maddy’s fiancé is trying to keep things calm (he won’t be around long) and the remaining gaggle of dopes in the orbit of the messed up family begin dropping like flies. Old Style, Ted Raimi selling condoms, Louise Lasser eating leftovers on a kitchen floor, Louise Lasser drinking whilst vacuuming, pitch black humor that works, a dude who kinda resembles what the offspring of Nick Cave and Bruce Springsteen would look like and enough wine consumption to get you through a holiday party that nobody but your racist great aunt attended all grace the runtime. It’s no classic but it is enjoyable and features some oddball performances and memorable murders.
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