My Bloody Valentine stands out from the glut of holiday-themed 1980s slasher films by virtue of its mine-shaft locale and inventive murder scenes. Despite heavy MPAA cuts, slayings involving laundromats, nail guns, hot dogs, steam rooms, pickaxes, and, of course, valentines enliven a fairly standard-issue scenario. The cavernous mine sets provide a compellingly claustrophobic locale for the mayhem, while the cast of mostly Canadian unknowns goes dutifully through its paces, even pausing once in a while to emote. If anything, the script is a bit too heavy on the plot, the prodigious back story taking up too much time better spent racking up corpses. By the time the mine literally comes apart at the seams and the ranks of dim-witted miners and their girlfriends have been thinned, My Bloody Valentine may have outworn its welcome. But for genre aficionados, the film offers just the right mix of novelty and familiarity.