In August of 1990, Charles Scavolini snuck into his own home and slaughtered his cheating wife. For the last 7 years he’s been held in a maximum security mental institution but the violent son of a bitch escapes and heads back to his home, murdering along the way. This is bad news for the group of partying teenagers who are calling Scavolini’s old digs party central. Scavolini throws on a cheap and pretty cool skull mask and starts taking out the dinks at his own leisure. One of the boys is having visions of the killer for some reason... don’t worry, it’s never explained why. Thick accents and iffy audio make a lot of it indecipherable but that really doesn’t matter. It’s slow-going until we hit the final 15 minutes or so and even then, it doesn’t feel much worth the wait. Cheap splat is where it’s at and I’ll never completely hate anything that some teen put a little effort into and filmed over a weekend, it just lacks that usual bizzaro glee found in the backyard shenanigans of the genre. Maybe I’ve been spoiled on POLONIA POWA!.
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