This low-budget horror film (1980) plays like a Xerox copy of Halloween (with an ending cribbed from Carrie), but it became one of 1980's biggest hits. The crude technique of director Sean Cunningham borrows whatever sophistication it has from Halloween's precise and elegant point-of-view shots of the killer, though Cunningham often cheats by using the ploy inconsistently. For all its shoddiness, the film manages, just barely, to achieve its ignoble goals--it delivers what it promises. With Betsy Palmer, making a late appearance, and the usual anonymous collection of corpses-in-waiting.
By Dave Kehr