⭐️⭐️1/2
Lying teen, Billy, witnesses his sexy new neighbor get murdered by the satanist who has been killing hookers all around town. The tall tales he’s become known for hinder his believability and when he accuses his prickish teacher of being the psychopath behind the mask, people are hesitant to believe him. He calls the police and the two homicide detectives get a weird vibe from the professor and his brother (the late, great Michale J Pollard) but don’t make any arrests. Billy goes to his dead dad’s retired cop friend (Elliot Gould) for help but doesn’t get far with the washed up sleuth, which leaves Billy to collect the evidence with only his girlfriend to assist. Gould decides to help, Billy’s gal gets snatched up and Billy learns a valuable lesson. Shannon Tweed is the ill-fated neighbor, Richard Roundtree is the homicide captain and Henry Gibson pops in as an expert on satanists. It comes off like a lame version of Fright Night, lacking the monster hijinks and genuine sense of fun. Allen Garfield and Pollard steal the show as the Satan-worshiping brothers and Tweed is memorable in her brief turn but everything else is pretty run-of-the-mill.
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