Here we have an example of a movie that wasn’t quite sure what it wanted to be. Biker flick? Party film? Horror movie? It jumps all over the place and never quite lands on one category or another but tickles each.
A group of bikers are getting together at a secluded farm far out in the country. They party hard and tensions rise when one of the members, Cody, sees his ex Michelle with a new boyfriend. She’s a tease and knows it, doing all she can to incite him to violence. Hey maybe that’s because he’s “the violent kind”. Hmmm.
So the party drags on for a while and her little sister Megan back from college is there as well. This is the good girl who, for the life of me, I can’t figure out why she’s at the party. You would think she would be well aware of the type of things that happen at these parties but apparently she is more innocent than can be believed. She has a thing for this Cody and has since she was a teen. Ah young love.
Things turn crazy when Michelle tries to leave later than most guests. Cody, his best friend and his girlfriend and Megan are all that’s left but going down the road they come across Michelle and her new beau’s car. Michelle has been hurt and the guy is dead. Oh but things get better.
Once back at the house, Michelle becomes possessed by some sort of demon. Trapped in the house with no idea who is the cause of this, the threesome decides to try and escape. The only problem is that it is a group of ghosts from the fifties who have taken over the house and intend to kill each of them.
This group is made up of all sorts of cool cats. Greaser, stylish mod, you name it, the different groups are represented here. And they intend to wreak havoc. Who will stop them? Who cares! I’m telling you by this point I was so bored and tired of the bad acting, bad photography, bad direction, bad script…nearly bad everything…that I didn’t care and didn’t want to know. I just wanted it to be over.
The fortunate characters in this film were the ones killed early on in it. Not because they didn’t have to be eviscerated or suffer broken limbs but because they didn’t have to suffer through the boring rubbish that is called THE VIOLENT KIND.
No heroes, all villains, poor possession, biker wannabes and fifties doo whop do not combine to make a good movie. This film is the proof of that.
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