Happy Birthday to Me – 1981, Canada, 110m. Director: J. Lee Thompson.
Hell’s Trap – 1989, Mexico, 90m. Director: Pedro Galindo III.
Macabre – 1980, Italy, 89m. Director: Lamberto Bava.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME (1981) An overbearingly silly Halloween/Friday the 13th hybrid that actually has more in common with Scooby-Doo—but on a less entertaining level. The snotty high school friends of distraught Virginia (Melissa Sue Anderson), who’s still traumatized over a childhood incident, are being slaughtered in the days leading up to her birthday. A French exchange student has his face shoved into the spinning wheel of a dirt bike after stealing a pair of Virginia’s underwear. The jock of the group gets crushed under his own bench press. The best death in the film features a shish kebab skewer, complete with marinated steak chunks, being shoved into a victim’s mouth. The culprit removes the bodies after each kill and, judging from the speed with which they wipe down the crime scene should be placed in the Guinness Book of World Records. The fact that a majority of their friends have disappeared doesn’t stop Virginia and gang from partying and acting like general nincompoops—especially Virginia, who spends most of the movie pouting and/or complaining. The most convoluted part of the screenplay comes during the third act when the killer’s identity and motivation are revealed in a scene that will have you moaning in disbelief. Polished direction by Hollywood vet J. Lee Thompson (Cape Fear), but in the end you’ll feel like you’ve just been ripped off by a pro. C–
HELL’S TRAP (1989) A group of not-too-bright individuals competing in a bear-hunting stunt end up prey to a deranged killer stalking the area. The masked madman uses a series of tunnels to sneak up on his victims, and an arsenal of weapons to maim them with, including a Freddy Krueger-like razor glove and the old standby, bow-and-arrow. The survivors try to escape via pickup but are thwarted by the killer, whose quick and agile movements would give even John Rambo competition. Despite being supplied with rifles, the callous characters fail to eliminate the threat: an ex-soldier of war who believes he’s still in Vietnam—who, when the slashing fails, brings out a machine gun in an appropriately blood-spattered sequence. There’s nothing particularly exceptional about Hell’s Trap, but the film is made with a high amount of energy and style that keeps things moving at a good pace up until its (literally) explosive finale. In all, an enjoyably cockamamie Mexican slasher. B–
MACABRE (1980) An adulterous housewife (Bernice Stegers)—who left her children home alone so she could spend the afternoon in coitus—is put through the wringer when both her son and lover die on the same day. Stegers then moves into the apartment she used for her secret sexual rendezvous and slowly loses her marbles while, like Norman Bates with his mother, continues to carry out a relationship with her deceased lover. The place’s blind landlord (Stanko Molnar) forms an infatuation with Stegers, which turns to jealously after nightly sounds of lovemaking emanate from her apartment. This Italian psychological chiller has Hitchcockian vibes—thanks to the last reel’s shocking reveal—but it’s really nothing more than a lurid (and entertaining) exploitation vehicle made for the splatter crowd. Director Lamberto Bava (Demons) is the son of legendary filmmaker Mario Bava, and judging from this polished production, the kid learned well. B–