Director: Jack Messitt
Writers: Mark Garbett and Jack Messitt
Company: Bigfoot Entertainment
Rating: NR
Running Time: 1 h, 24m
There are good B-Movies and there are bad B-Movies. And then there are B-Movies that aren’t even worthy of being on the Sci-Fi Channel’s made-for-TV- horror lineup.
Midnight Movie is one of those.
I hated nearly everything about this movie from the not-so-original-but-we-try-make-you-think-so story, to the absolutely absurd acting, to the lack of character development… In fact, it might be more difficult to come up with anything redeeming about watching this flick that it was to actually sit through the 84-minute run time. But I’ll try.
The basic premise is that in the late 1960’s, Ted Radford, a local psycho, wrote and directed a Texas Chainsaw-esque flick. The movie opens with Ted, now in the psych ward of a New Haven hospital, watching his film (for some ridiculous medicinal reason). After he proceeds to gnaw on his wrist for a few minutes, the entire wing of the hospital is slaughtered by an unseen assailant… but no bodies are found.
Fast forward five years later. Some hole-in-the-wall movie theater shows old horror films at midnight to a crowd of almost… well, 10. Hey, it’s a short movie and it takes time to kill people, ya know! We meet our heroine and manager of the theater, Bridget (Rebekah Brandes) who has some dumb backstory about being beaten as a child, and her Kevin Richardson look-a-like boyfriend, Josh (Daniel Bonjour). Seriously, this dude should scrap the acting thing and tour the world in some Backstreet Boys imitator group. Plus, we have Bridget’s younger brother, Timmy, who may be the ugliest child to ever grace my television. And I’m being nice.
We have our “amazing” crop of disposable meat as well including a fat nasty biker dude named Harley (how original) and his girlfriend, Babe. There’s Josh’s guido-buddy, Mario and his girlfriend. The totally worthless employees of the theater and a local detective and doctor round out this substandard cast. Seriously, where did the filmmakers find these jackasses? It’s like using some Saran Wrap and a rubber band when you run out of condoms… it fills a void, but probably isn’t going to get the job done.
The basic premise: the killer from the movie actual comes out of the big screen and begins slaughtering the moviegoers for real. Sounds cool, right? I guess. But it seems like the writers happened to watch an old episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark from Nickelodeon and thought is was such a great idea that they expanded it into a version three times as long. Maybe they didn’t get the memo… there was a REASON why this story was compressed into a 30 minute TV show WITH commercials!!
So now we’re forced to watch an hour of a group of total blockheads attempt to find a way to escape the movie theater (which is conveniently locked up tighter than The Virgin Mary’s no-no special spot) before a lame-o killer (with a halfway decent Skeletor-ish mask and a dumb weapon) gets them first.
But let’s be honest, most of the members of Slipknot have scarier masks than this dude. Seriously… take a look…
Midnight Movie gives us this constant movie-within-a-movie which you might think could get a little confusing. I mean, you might ask yourself, “Self, how would someone as idiotic and dumb as myself be able to follow not one, but TWO movies simultaneously?! And How do I spell simultaneously?”
But have no fear; Messitt slickly and intelligently filmed this movie-within-a-movie in black and white! So even you, the stupid viewer, could follow just what the hell was going on! Thanks, Jack! You are wise! Just ask Production Designer, Bradd Wesley Fillmann! This jackass raves about how amazing it was that they came up with the idea to film in color and black & white… like this is the most amazing thing EVER thought of in the history of film! Wizard of Oz? Ha! Pleasantville? Move over. There’s a new sheriff in town. This sort of hyperbole makes me want to drive a corkscrew-shaped knife through someone’s stomach and pull out a plug of flesh.
…Don’t even get me started on the sheer impossibility of such a feat…
Let me now tell you how much the Harley character irritated me. This schmo has absolutely no originality. I mean come on, a BIKER named HARLEY?! I can’t be sure, but I’m willing to be the motorcycle he was shown driving was most likely a Harley. This isn’t irony… this is the product of two dumb writers coming up with a movie and one of them saying, “Hey, let’s name the biker dude Harley! Haha that’s so funny! Hahaha!” Yeah, not so much. Not to mention that this guy also looks like the incarnate of famous wrestler Big John Studd. So for that, he does earn one cool point back.
But Big John Studd died over a decade ago. So the cool point is retracted.
Man, I hate to keep harping on the negatives, but seriously, what is UP with the slanted credits and the end of the movie coupled with the nu-metal background? Is this supposed to be some sort of creative expression? …So creative that you can barely read them. But that could be an intentional wish by everyone involved in the film not wanting anyone to know they were in it.
Bottom line; let’s just say I am glad I wasn’t the one that wasted their spot on a Netflix movie queue on this bottom-of-the-barrel piece of garbage. Sure, there are much worse flicks out there… and I’m sure I’ll review some of them. But this one just enraged me in a way that very few films do.
So, it has that going for it.
Lame Quote of the Movie: “I don’t want to die!” –Guido-boy just before he bites it
Lesson Learned: If everything in the building you are trapped in is magically locked down, don’t bother trying to crawl out that open window.
Flick Figures: 13 dead bodies; 3 counts of toe-ripping; 1 rotting pig carcass (with maggots); electrocution; strangulation; body part soccer; gratuitous flatulence; gratuitous blade sharpening; gratuitous biker flirting; jugular puncture; throat-slashing; full-body slashing; wrist-biting; eye-gouging; rolling pin-fu; fellatio-fu; 1 psychedelic bathroom; and 1 ‘Mystery Machine’ Van-Bus. 2 breasts.