SpuffyWeb Sadly Over-hyped

Acensbart Excellent but underrated film

Rio Hayward All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

Geraldine The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

Scott LeBrun Dawn (B movie goddess Linnea Quigley) and her friend Amy ("Tenement" hottie Karen Russell) are the mentally unstable daughters of mobsters. They spend some time in a mental institution before being let back into the real world, and decide to invite a bunch of ex- boyfriends to a party to celebrate. Wouldn't you know it: a mad killer arrives to make mincemeat of the partygoers.This ultra cheap trashy slasher from writer Ross A. Perron and the prolific David DeCoteau is hard to stick with for a while. It drags like you wouldn't believe, with a lot of set-up to sit through. Much time is devoted to institution flashbacks, with the sexy gals being interviewed by doctors played by Lenny Rose and token big name Lyle Waggoner. Fortunately, DeCoteau is smart enough to include a bit of sex and T & A to break up the tedium. It's also a mild bit of fun to watch a cast that also includes Eric Freeman of "Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2" infamy. But it isn't until late in the game that this gets a lot more amusing. The makeup effects are crude but deliciously over the top. The movie also ends with a pretty decent fire gag. And Linnea and Russell prove quite easy to watch.A passable time killer for 83 minutes.Six out of 10.

Woodyanders Cunning and deadly rich mobster's daughter Dawn (Linnea Quigley at her most sly and adorable) gets sent to an asylum after she murders her sister and her sister's boyfriend. While in the nut house Dawn befriends fellow mafia princess Amy (luscious brunette Karen Russell). After they both get released from the sanitarium, the two hook up and hold a party in which they invite all of their ex-boyfriends. Naturally, the killing soon begins anew. Director David DeCouteau, working from a blithely tacky and convoluted script by Ross A. Perron, covers all the satisfyingly sleazy B-movie bases: Plentiful gratuitous female nudity, a couple of raunchy soft-core sex scenes, cheesy and unconvincing gore, hopelessly terrible acting, a thrashy rock soundtrack, a leering lurid tone, and several gloriously ridiculous murder set pieces (one guy has his heart punched out of his chest and shoved into his mouth!). The ever-cute and vibrant Quigley has a ball with her seductive and duplicitous evil bitch role. Token big name Lyle Waggoner pops up in a few drawn-out flashbacks as well-meaning, but ineffectual shrink Dr. Randolph. Moreover, it's a real hoot to see Eric Freeman (Ricky in "Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2") as slimy jerk Jeff. Del Casher's droning synthesizer score, the plodding pace, Michael Seaman's plain cinematography, and the absurdly jumbled narrative all further enhance this flick's considerable so-clunky-it's-downright-funky crappy charm. Enjoyable dreck.

ManBehindTheMask63 "Murder Weapon" has a very misleading cover. The film looks like it's suppose to be some kind of action film, like a female lethal weapon. But "Murder Weapon" is a low-budget slasher/thriller that centers around two recently released mental patients (who also happen to have connections to the mob) who invite their ex's over for a party in their mansion. One by one the ex's are killed off by a mysterious killer.If you've seen any of David DeCoteau's work ("Nightmare Sisters", "Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama") than you know what to expect. Lots of nudity and low budget production values. You get two sex scenes in the first 10 minutes. Linnea Quigley (who also earned a producing credit on this convoluted thriller) stars as ex-patient Dawn. Linnea strips nude through out and has a cool sex scene where she seems to almost ride a guy to death. She spends most of film's run time walking around in a leopard swimsuit with see through top. The other half of the psycho-duo is played by Karen Russell, who spends the first 5 minutes of the film oiling her body(more annoying than erotic). She spends most the film suffering from narcolepsy and dreaming about her psychologist.Surprisingly, "Murder Weapon" does feature some pretty nice gore scenes. Heads explode by gunshot, faces get crushed by sledgehammers, broken bottles get shoved into throats. There's a particularly cool death scene (that doesn't make a lick of sense) that involves a hand bursting through a man's chest while he's lying in bed.The dialog in the film is pretty amusing. The conversations between the male characters are often pretty humorous. The character of Kevin has some great lines. A scene in which Kevin screams like a girl when he sees the killer approaching the car with a pistol had me laughing out loud. I thought after "A Nightmare on Elm Street 2" filmmakers would realize that there is nothing scary about a man screaming like a woman.Overall, it may be the best DeCoteau film I've seen (strangely, he used a pseudonym). Linnea's nude scenes are some of the best she's done and the gore is wet."Murder Weapon" features flashbacks within dream sequences, a sting in the tale ending, Ricky from "Silent Night, Deadly Night 2", a Richard Greico wannabe, leg shaving, and voyeurism.Till next time horror hounds and fright fanatics, beware the darkness...

babybink the most interesting thing about this awful piece of trash is that there are three people in the credits with the last name "Squatpump". taking into consideration that "Betty Flinstone" and "Wilma Rubble" are also listed, i looked on the trusty imdb to see if these "Squatpumps" were real, and it does indeed seem that yolanda (the matriarch of the clan?) has a few more credits under her belt, including "The Usual Suspects", and may therefore actually exist. but back to the film: the wordless, pointless 10-minute intro actually made me wonder if the filmmakers couldn't afford sound equipment. the next scene, an agonizingly long dialogue scene between linnea quigley and her shrink, proved that yes, they did have sound equipment, but that they had apparently lost their sets, as the scene apparently takes place in a black hole.so i actually continued watching this crap. and about an hour later i was treated to a downright hilarious sledgehammer-(mannequin)-head-beating and an even better shotgun-to-the-(mannequin)-head death. ultimately one of the frizzy-haired psycho girls killed everybody, apparently. i don't know. i actually was more entertained picturing david decoteau, who directed under the odd alias "Ellen Cabot", showing up to the set every day in a smart grey skirt suit and sensible shoes (as, in my mind, someone named Ellen Cabot would).