Pros: Roz being chained to the bottom of an elevator while it descends
Cons: Someone stopped the elevator.
The Bottom Line: I'd rather be eaten by a giant mosquito than watch this movie again.
This my friends is the exact reason I prefer to watch and review monster movies. Many times friends and family have questioned my sanity . Why do you watch those awful monster movies? . The answer is quite simple. The probability of a man eating (or woman eating for that matter) dinosaur stalking the blacktop of New York is almost non-existent. The probability of giant proboscis stabbing misquotes flying into Columbus and taking over is almost non-existent. The probability of a prehistoric flying serpent swooping over the city and beheading lithesome beauties is almost non-existent.
However, the probability of man (or woman) stalking, raping, stabbing, shooting, beheading, dismembering, or otherwise finding some way to eliminate their fellow humans in any manner of death and destruction is HIGHLY probable. The fact that they wish to glorify these crimes by making movies out of them just furthers the probability of it happening again.
Yes, kids, give me a fire breathing dragon any day! Or even that Killer Tongue, now there was a monster!
As with all slasher type gore movies, this one has a beautiful woman being stalked by some man. I use the term beautiful loosely here because Roz Kelly, the star DJ, is way too damn old to be playing the part of a hot rocknroll/grunge type DJ. Her makeup was atrocious, although I know they are using more here because she was supposed to be on television filming this New Years Eve party. However, for the most part it came off as garish and somewhat slutty, and at times made her look much older than she probably was when this movie was made. Throw in those thigh high, breast revealing pseudo leather outfits Roz, hon, youre way too old to pull this off!
The concept of the movie is Roz is a hot TV personality throwing a coastal New Years Eve gig on TV with a live audience. They will celebrate NYE as it hits each time zone (let me say I did this one year when I went to the Rose Bowl, you can get quite drunk by the time it hits the West Coast!). The audience for this promotion is one of the most eclectic bunch of people I have ever seen and in no way matches up with the personna that Roz is emitting. The idea is you can call in and request the worst song of the year to be played and talk to Roz personally live and on the air.
The second caller is some demented soul (I wont reveal any specifics here because it would destroy the entire wonderful story line insert laughter here) that tells her he will murder someone close to her every time the NY hits in each time zone. He starts with her personal assistant/secretary and troops on from there, keeping up with the theme and calling her after each kill. Not a very imaginative story line going, believe this one has been played out time after time!
Enter on the scene her simpering, neglected son, Grant Cramer, begging for her attention (hes a full grown adult, not some little child) look mommy, I got a part in a play type of thing, who she totally ignores. The next thing you know he is skittering around the backstage with her red panty hose over his head and peering around doorways, making you believe he JUST might be the killer. Of course you have the wisdom to know he just doesnt have the gonads to take a drink of water on his own, let alone slash the throats of some women or, God Forbid, have sex with them first! Spineless character, spineless acting, spineless actor.
The police doing the follow up on these murders and protecting her, led by Chris Wallace, are complete nincompoops! I cant imagine why they even bothered to throw these guys into the story unless it was to give the idea that although she was being protected the slasher could still get to her. Of course he can they are completely worthless at their jobs! Hell, they even let the guy in the hotel after it was locked down to protect her idiots! Held the door open for him!
Kip Niven plays the aging Rozs husband, although he looks years younger, and that is all I will say about him except he did a fine job. Probably the only one that had any acting ability in the entire gig! Taaffe OConnell plays the part of Jane, which I think might have been her dear departed secretary, Im not sure, but I like her name, so I thought she deserved mention. Gerry Zanitsch was credited with the part of Drunk and since he did it so well, and his parents are probably proud of him, darn it, Ill mention him too!
The music, which continually drones on throughout the production, is definitely not punk rock. It is a mix of heavy-metal and grunge and it is blaring, irritating and miserable. The audience follows the sounds nicely though slamming, banging, crashing, burning and falling on the floor. It was just difficult to try to put together their appearance with the adulation they were showing this aging DJ on the stage it grated on the nerves.
This was written and directed by Emmett Alston and also written by Leonard Neubauer. I have to learn to stay away from these darn movies where the writer also delves into other areas of production. Dont waste your time, its a piece of crapola!