Cult Film Series: Screamtime

Cult Film Series: Screamtime (1983)

Genres - Horror  |   Run Time - 91 min.  |   Countries - United States  |   MPAA Rating - NR
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Review by Fred Beldin

Three British horror shorts are packaged together with a hasty wraparound sequence lensed in New York City. The first and third installments trade heavily on "innocent" childhood imagery, but don't amount to much more than gimmickry. "Killer Punch" follows the traditional Punch and Judy routine with flesh-and-blood victims as stand-ins for wooden puppets. The point of the piece is belabored, but the horror scenes are well shot, with disorienting camera work and the truly bloodcurdling screech of Punch to underscore each bludgeoning. "Garden of Blood" features British pop star David Van Day (famous in his homeland for stints with bands like Dollar and Bucks Fizz) as a larcenous motocross racer in tight corduroys whose attempt at burglary is thwarted by faeries and gnomes. As might be expected, these traditionally gentle creatures don't inspire much dread, and when a bearded midget in green and red felt pops out of the shadows, the only screams heard will be from laughter. Jean Anderson and Dora Bryan are amusing as a pair of dotty spinster sisters, but Van Day can't keep his eyes closed during his death scene (which involves a beautiful 16th century ghost and an assortment of kitchenware). The real gem here, though, is "Scream House," a truly unsettling tale that unfolds at a perfectly creepy pace and boasts a simple but surprising twist ending. The piece moves deliberately as a young wife slowly unravels after moving into a new house, experiencing violent hallucinations of a murdered family. It's a downbeat, gory segment that provides the only real chills of the set, and would be better served in more distinguished company. The American sequences that glue the three stories together could have been tossed off in an afternoon, but they do offer some entirely unnecessary nudity and boneheaded Brooklynese ("Dey're British movies, I can tell by da way dey talk") that should amuse slumming horror fans who give Screamtime a chance.