New Year's Evil (1980)

... aka: Dodici rintocchi di terrore (Twelve Bells of Terror)

... aka: Fin de año maldito (Cursed Year-End)

... aka: Heis-Morderen (The Elevator Killer)

... aka: Reveillon Maldito (Cursed New Year's Eve)

... aka: Rocknacht des Grauens (Rock Night of Horror)

Directed by:

Emmett Alston

Happy New Year's Eve, everyone! 

I'm pleased to report that, with this title (and less than three hours left to spare... whew!), I finally hit my 100 review quota for 2022. Hopefully next year, life permitting, I won't be cutting it quite as close. I'm not so happy to report that I'm a little under the weather this evening and won't be partaking in any strenuous NYE activities, unless you count sitting at home watching bad horror movies as a strenuous activity, and some of these movies are so bad that I actually sometimes do. 

Ah well, I suppose a low key movie night is as good as anything else this evening and there are some definite pluses here, too. First of all, no hangover. Second of all, I have time to whip out another review or two and be off to a good start in 2023 before heading back to work on Monday. And, finally, no having to dig my faux leather pants, spiked dog collar, chains and studded bracelets out of the back of the closet and then having to spend an hour teasing out my hair and putting on kabuki make-up just so I can go listen to some terrible pseudo-punk band performing two hours away from me.

Now how about that New Year's Evil? I'll give it this much, it perfectly establishes its tone right out of the gate as we watch a bunch of irritating, obnoxious, leather-clad, heavily-made-up "punkers" (actual descriptive term used in credits) drive around in a convertible screaming, sticking out their tongues, giving us the finger, spitting on passing cars and flicking their cigarette butts at people. Charming and congenial types, they are. The punks, excuse me, punkERS, arrive at a Sunset Strip club for a wild New Year's celebration, where Blaze (Roz Kelly), "the First Lady of Rock," will be hosting "New Year's Evil," a televised countdown of the year's "most popular new wave rock." As that's going on, a couple of bands you've never heard of before - Shadow (not to be confused with the funk-soul band of the same name who were active around the same time) and Made in Japan (not to be confused with the Australian indie rock band that didn't exist prior to 2009) - perform their music and viewers call in to the "Hollywood Hotline" to vote for the top song of the year.

Blaze (real name: Diane Sullivan) and her agent, Ernie Moffett (Jed Mills), are hoping their combo of her presumed sex appeal, the music and viewer interactivity will help them beat out all of the major networks in the ratings. Seeing how they only have four people answering phones, a crowd of maybe 30 people at best and bands forced to squeeze themselves onto a tiny 20x20 stage when they perform, I'd say that's highly unlikely.

While fielding calls, Diane / Blaze speaks to someone with an electronically-altered voice who claims their name is "Eeeeeeevil." Their New Year's resolution? To commit murder at midnight. Seeing how midnight is going to hit differently across the U.S. depending on time zones, that's going to be more than just one victim. The caller then tells Diane he's going to cap things off by killing someone she knows and loves. Ernie promptly retrieves a pair of the LAPD's least-finest; Lt. Ed Clayton (Chris Wallace) and Sgt. Greene (Jon Greene), who initially laugh off her concerns: "You gotta expect that from the type of audience you appeal to." Diane is then lectured about helping to create the problem in the first place (?) before they agree to tap the phones to trace the call in case the person calls back. She just has to keep them on the line long enough. Little does she or anyone else know, but her assistant, Yvonne (Alicia Dhanifu), has already been murdered in her hotel room by an assailant brandishing a switchblade.

Meanwhile, we meet the caller / killer; a man by the name of Richard (Kip Niven). He sneaks into a psychiatric hospital, poses as an orderly and manages to get nurse Jane (Taaffe O'Connell) alone long enough to stab her and slash her throat. The murder weapon? Again, a switchblade. Another nurse later finds her corpse stuffed in the closet but, by that time, the killer has long split. The psycho calls back in to Diane's show, plays an audio recording of the murder and then tells her where the body can be found. He'll repeat this same pattern a number of other times... Now off to the next!

Thankfully, "next" is played the always-delightful Louisa Moritz, who livens things up for a bit in a hilarious cameo as a bubbly motormouth bimbo into "transcendental meditation," until Richard tricks her into sticking her head in a bag of weed and then suffocates her with it! He makes it a two-for-one by then murdering her roommate (Anita Crane). After angering a motorcycle gang, he's pursued into a drive-in theater playing Blood Feast (not the H. G. Lewis one, but a re-title of the 1972 Italian giallo The Red Queen Kills 7 Times), where he stabs the biker leader to death and then steals a car with a teen girl (Teri Copley) in the backseat. Through a series of lucky breaks, the girl is able to escape. From there, it's off to the club to meet up with his ultimate target: Blaze.

I absolutely hated this one the first time I saw it years ago, but this revisit has opened my eyes that there at least a few good things to be found here. Most of the performances aren't bad, with an especially fun turn by Niven, who seems to have a blast playing the killer. He also has a chance to change disguises a number of times, including slapping on a 70s porn 'stache to impress the ladies at a nightclub, dressing up as a priest and impersonating a cop. Production values are generally fine and there are a couple of individual scenes, like the aforementioned one with Moritz, that are entertaining. Alas, the complements pretty much end right there. Obviously made to cash in on both the post-HALLOWEEN holiday-themed psycho killer craze and the emerging late 70s / early 80s New Wave / punk scene, this needed to accomplish just two things to have been passable: 1. Give slasher fans what they want to see and 2. Feature decent music. This fails on both counts.

While there's a little blood here, that also turns out to be a problem because, when I say little, I mean it. How little? So little that confirmed slasher hater Roger Ebert gave it a kinder, gentler review than just about any other slasher flick that followed hot on the heels of Carpenter's classic. Exploitation elements in general are quite low here and nearly all of the unimaginative murder scenes (mostly switchblade stabbings / slashings) take place entirely off-screen.

We're then left in the position of having to try to enjoy this as a suspense film, yet it's unable to ever generate any due to its fragmented structure, which constantly jumps back and forth between boring filler scenes at the club and the killer's exploits. One plot twist is successfully deployed at the hour mark, but the film then squanders it by saddling the killer with a truly moronic motive (plus terrible dialogue to match), ending with an unintentionally funny final scene of a chained-up Blaze dangling from the bottom of an elevator about to get squashed. Had I made this movie, I'd have kept the killer's identity hidden the entire time and then, in the final minute, had the mask ripped off to reveal... Dick Clark. Motive: Anger at Blaze for putting a dent in his Nielsen ratings.

Considering all of the great new wave and punk acts that were around in 1980, was this really the best they could find? While the title theme song is somewhat catchy (or maybe I just got used to it after hearing it five times), the rest of the music is generic and sounds more like standard pop-rock than new wave or punk influenced. Also, I seriously doubt punkERS attending a freaking New Year's Eve rock concert want to stand around and listen to a bunch of slow instrumentals and ballads. Making matters worse is them rubbing salt in the would by making us watch the irritating audience, who are slam dancing and mugging for the cameras one minute and then acting like they've been slipped Quaaludes the next.

While director Alston never made anything all that great, at least some of his other films were more memorable. He's best known for a string of low budget ninja movies in the 80s. After serving as 2nd unit director on the hit Enter the Ninja (1981), he went on to direct the Crown International release Nine Deaths of the Ninja (1985), The Force of the Ninja (1988) and Little Ninjas (1993), a rip-off of the previous year's hit 3 Ninjas, which was deceptively released under the alt title 3 Little Ninjas to trick people. He also made the truly weird DEMONWARP (1988), which managed to squeeze aliens, ghosts, zombies and a Bigfoot monster into its nonsensical plot.

Grant Cramer (Hardbodies; Killer Klowns from Outer Space) co-stars as Diane's mentally-imbalanced son, Derek, who suffers from extreme headaches and is featured in strange scenes slipping his mother's pantyhose over his face and jamming a pin through his ear lobe. Sleaze movie regular John Alderman (LOVE CAMP 7) has a tiny role as a psychiatrist who says, "He's mutilated the breasts of most of his women, that's a common characteristic of a psychopathic killer..." and SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE final girl Michelle Michaels (billed as "Michelle Waxman") plays one of the punks. Alston also has a cameo as a camera operator.

A Cannon Film Group release, this was produced by the dynamic duo of Menaham Golan and Yoram Globus, and is available on DVD (MGM) and Blu-ray (Shout! Factory). Because of the snappy title and the fact there are so few horror films set on this particular holiday, this is probably the #1 genre title people seek out when they're looking for a New Years-themed horror film. However, you do have other options here: Terror Train (1980), Ghost Keeper (1981) and BLOODY NEW YEAR (1987) to name but a few.

★1/2

To All a Goodnight (1980)

... aka: Feliz Nochebuena (Merry Christmas Eve)

... aka: Goodnight

... aka: Kauhun yö (A Night of Horror)

... aka: Terreur dans la nuit (Terror in the Night)

Directed by:

David Hess

Firstly, Happy Holidays to you all, my friends! I truly hope everyone out there has a wonderful Christmas and I'd like to also take this opportunity to thank everyone for visiting and for your comments, support and feedback over the years. Without that, I don't know if I'd still be here doing what I do, so my sincerest gratitude to you all! I also know I'm seriously backlogged on comments and emails due to my work schedule and some other unforeseeable events, but I plan on remedying that here soon. While I won't be posting tomorrow, I'll be back the following day and this year I'm fortunate enough to have an entire week off. I'll be spending much of that cranking out as many reviews as I can until New Years hits. A few years ago, I set a goal of at least 100 new reviews per year. Right now I'm about ten shy and I'll be damned if this is the year where I don't crack triple digits!

As much as I'd like to keep a seasonal theme going right now, I've gone on so many holiday horror benders in the past that I've pretty much now exhausted all pre-1990 Christmas-themed genre films. That then leaves me the task of going back to some of my earlier, shorter reviews, fleshing them out a bit and making some screen caps for them. Even though I didn't like To All a Goodnight the first time out, it's as good an option for an update as anything else right now. I'd only written a couple of brief paragraphs about it and my initial review was based on the horribly transferred Media VHS release, which was so impenetrably dark and blurry that the night scenes were almost impossible to make out. Since then, this has seen numerous restored DVD and Blu-ray releases from companies like Scorpion and Kino Lorber, plus the Germany outfit Cinestrange Extreme, so it's a title ripe for a reevaluation. At the very least, I should be able to actually see what's going on this time!

Examining the credits, seasoned B movie fans will likely notice this film's sleazy pedigree right away. For starters, it was the directorial debut of Hess, star of such notorious titles as Wes Craven's breakthrough hit The Last House on the Left and HOUSE ON THE EDGE OF THE PARK, a trashy Italian Last House copycat from Ruggero Deodato. The screenplay was written by Alex Rebar, who had also worked a stint in Italian exploitation and then played the title role in The Incredible Melting Man. Producer Jay Rasumny has a filmography boasting such titles as Young Girls for Sale and Wham Bam Thank You Spaceman. And the whole shebang was "presented" by Sandy Cobe, president of Intercontinental Releasing Corp., distributor of such titles as Alice Goodbody, The Sexplorer and Terror on Tour. While this film is a little sleazy (half of the main females have nude scenes and Deep Throat star Harry Reems even shows up for a pseudonymous cameo as a pilot who gets chopped up by his airplane propeller!), it's certainly nowhere near as sleazy as one may expect given who made it.

At the ritzy Calvin Finishing School for Girls, a Christmas prank gone wrong ("Sorority! Sorority! Sorority!") sends one young lady over a balcony to her death on the concrete below. Two years later, when both the superintendent of the school and most of the other students are away on Christmas break, the remaining six young ladies (who had - amazing coincidence here! - almost all been involved in the prank death) are still up to no good. Hopefully they won't kill anybody else this time! Left in the care of kindly cook / housemother Ruth Jensen ("Katherine Herrington" / Kiva Lawrence), the co-eds secretly arrange for Leia's (Judith Bridges) rich football jock boyfriend T. J. (William Lauer) to fly there on his father's private plane. He'll be bringing along three of his college buddies for what everyone's hoping will be a sex-filled holiday weekend. To keep Ms. Jensen out of their way, the girls lace her drink with enough sleeping pills to keep her knocked out for 10 to 12 hours.

Right from the start, this almost comically plays right into the cliché slasher 'sex = death' trope to the point where it almost seems like some kind of parody. All of the female victims (described by one staff member as being "rich little pompous bitches") are loud, promiscuous, obnoxious, rather rude and seem to only have one thing on their mind, and that thing is getting laid. When the fellas show up, most of them are exactly the same. Conversely, our final girl Nancy (Jennifer Runyon) is a sweet, wholesome, shy, pristine blonde virgin who dresses conservatively in her cute little overalls, loves kittens, drinks milk while the others drink beer and smoke weed, uncomfortably squirms in her seat at the mere mention of sex and speaks in hushed baby tones. The plot also makes sure she's a new transfer to the school and wasn't involved in the deadly prank from two years prior.

This also trots out the creepy / half-witted handyman stock character with Ralph Kramer, the school groundskeeper. Ralph constantly lurks around carrying a set of garden shears, rambles on about evil and the devil and does silly things like barging into a girl's room with his shears to tend to her potted plants (?) "It's our duty to take care of the plants. God put 'em here to give us pleasure" he says in his slow, monotone voice. Cast in this role is "Buck West," who is better known as West Buchanan. Just like Hess and Rebar, the very tall, very blonde actor was an American expatriate who spent a good deal of time in the Italian film industry in the 1970s; in his case mostly as a stuntman and bit part player.

Someone gets their hands on a Santa outfit (which all of the guys arrive wearing) then starts knocking everyone off. Cynthia (Lisa Labowskie) is the unlucky first victim in a hilariously unsubtle scene where she steps outside and the killer walks up to her, casually plants a knife in her chest and then just walks away. This scene and many others show just how poorly planned and directed the film actually is. Though they were on a tight ten day filming schedule, it's clear that they didn't shoot enough footage. As a result, the entire film is filled with tons of medium shots and appears to be missing the multiple camera angles and close-ups needed to generate shock moments in the editing room.

Nevertheless, the killer's still got a lot of killing to do, even if it isn't horribly exciting for us to watch. High society ("Bring me some perfume will you... the Chanel") British tart Trisha (Angela Bath) is surprised in the kitchen with a blade across the throat while her date has his head smashed in with a large rock. Now decked out in a suit of armor (!?), the killer shoots a crossbow arrow through one of the guys' heads and then decapitates budget Debra Winger Samantha (Denise Stearns) with a medieval axe while her dead date's still lying on top of her. And that's just the first night of festivities. There's more to come...

Apparently having done a spectacular job of cleaning up all of the blood and burying all of the bodies the night before, the oblivious survivors; Nancy, Leia, T.J., Melody (Linda Gentile) and the nerdy Alex (Forrest Swanson), awaken the next day with no clue there'd even been a blood-soaked murder spree the evening before. However, the killer picks an inopportune time of relieving poor Ralph of red herring duties and, when his corpse is discovered in the woods nearby, the police come calling.

Since Detective Polansky (Sam Shamshak) and his men can't find any bodies aside from Ralph's, who had a long criminal rap sheet prior to working at the school, he posts a couple of guards at the school to keep watch on things. That gives the killer an opportunity for a second round of carnage, something the cast makes exceptionally easy for them by behaving like complete idiots the entire time. With the home secured, one guy opens the door to look outside and doesn't re-lock it. Another couple go outside for a "walk". As for the posted officers, they're just as bad as the students. One of them just walks right up to Santa outside and gets an axe planted in his skull while the other goes upstairs to take a nap and has sex with one of the students!

While not very well made and almost unbelievably stupid at points, I can at least give this a little credit for including most of the bells and whistles slasher fans expect. There's a decent body count, a wide variety of different kills coming at a pretty speedy clip, plenty of blood courtesy of Mark Shostrom, a bit of nudity and a couple of absurd plot twists thrown out toward the end. It pretty much operates as expected so fans of this type of film shouldn't be too horribly disappointed. Others will find less to enjoy here.

Goodnight is mostly noteworthy as one of only three killer Santa Claus movies to predate the controversial SILENT NIGHT, DEADLY NIGHT (1984). The other two were the "And All Through the House" segment in Tales from the Crypt (1971) and the same year's CHRISTMAS EVIL (1980). None of these received anywhere near the press or notoriety of Silent Night, which had been blasted by film critics, prompted angry parent's groups to picket theaters that played it and was pulled from circulation early as a result. Goodnight received the least amount of publicity of all of these, probably because it was an extremely limited theatrical release that came and went without anyone noticing.

★1/2