
Yes, I said Creeptales. Surprisingly, it's also an anthology movie. It's available in the same multi-pack as Slash Dance and Knight Chills...and if you've read my reviews of those movies, then you can surmise that Creeptales pretty much stinks. But does it stink in a delightful fashion? That's the real question here.
The wraparound story is one of the most irritating I've ever witnessed: some doofus hunchback ghoul-types set about trying to find a copy of Creeptales, but unfortunately for them the video store is closed. Then they remember that their Uncle Munger was buried with a copy, so they dig it up, then invite all their doofus monster friends over to watch it.

I know- it doesn't sound so bad...a little corny-cute, even. But it dragged on for so long and was so full of irritating doofus chatter, I almost couldn't take it. My finger was even on the STOP button, but then at last the first segment began...in hindsight, I wish I'd pressed the button.
Story #1: Warped

Elizabeth goes to stay with her much-older cousin Viola and crippled Aunt after a lengthy hospital stay. Viola has a secret: after she was raped by Elizabeth's father (yes, her own brother) she gave birth to a still born baby, and later went a bit cuckoo nutso. She kills a nosy cop and Elizabeth, then cradles her skelebaby. See? Cuckoo nutso. The end.
It did, however, feature this line, which I'm going to use with regularity whenever anyone starts bitching at me: "You're making my gallbladder act up!"
Story #2: Snatcher

Story #3: The Closet

Story #4: Groovie Ghoulie Garage

Though this segment was fairly pointless, the garb of the two guys (as seen above) made me a bit nostalgic for my junior high days. You know, being "punk" but not at all punk, and wearing lots of buttons on a tweed trench coat. Also, when they got in their car, one of them said "Come on, let's rap some more!" and then they rapped...and I don't mean they talked. I mean they rapped.
Story #5: Howling Nightmare

Huh?
Story #6: Sucker
"Sucker" began with this shot...

She's awakened by a ringing doorbell, and we see that the woman is not all flowy and ethereal like her dream-persona; actually, she's a big slob. The man at the door is a traveling salesman who gives her a magic dustbuster that she can use for one day to rid her life of all the filth, which she blames on her husband. The only caveat is that she can't point the vacuum at people, and she can't use it for more than 30 seconds at a time, lest there be eeeevil consequences. In the course of cleaning her entire house, however...well, I guess she uses it longer-than-30-second intervals or something, because all of a sudden she's gained 500 pounds. By the time her husband (who's not at all the jerk she's made him out to be, by the way) gets home, she looks like this:

"Sucker" was probably the strongest of the bunch- the best of the worst- and it felt like it probably could have been an episode of Tales from the Darkside when the show was hobbling along on its last leg. That should give you a clue about this whole affair; I realize I've skimped on the descriptions, but there wasn't much to describe in any of these. Creeptales is a low-budget anthology flick, and the stories are middle of the road at best. The framing narrative was excruciating, and when the film cut back to it between segments, I hit fast forward.
The late Forrest Ackerman was listed as a "Creative Consultant", but I have no idea what that means. As anthologies go, this isn't enjoyably bad like, say, House of the Dead, and it certainly can't hold a candle to Creepshow or the Amicus efforts.
There, now I've written about it, so leave me alone...you're making my gallbladder act up!
6 comments:
The pictures (not to mention the ripoff title) make it seem like it's from the 80s but IMDB says 2004. Amazing.
Just out of curiosity, how would this film stack up against Night Train to Terror?
It's definitely an 80s movie- there are varying reports whether it's '86 or '89...but for example, the guys in the framing narrative are looking for a VHS tape. Why imdb lists it as 2004, I have no idea.
Comparing it to Night Train to Terror...hoo boy. Night Train is probably worse technically, but it's way more ridiculous and therefore more enjoyable. They're both bad, but Night Train is more campy bad.
Anthologies, eh? Well how about Freakshow (1989)? I usually LOVE ANYTHING that was made that year, movies AND music. And indeed, anthology movies hold a special place in my heart too, but that one REALLY stank to high heaven. A good one from that same year was "After midnight". Then again, I loves me some Marg Helgenberger...
This looks terrible. I recommend cleansing the palette with Trick'r'Treat.
So I watched this tonight. Holy crap. You're right, Stacie... it is simply "bad" bad. It is not awful enough to become entertaining, and it's just utter crap next stuff like Creepshow. I wonder if Elaine Minton really appreciates having this film dedicated in her memory. If this film had been dedicates in my memory? I would rise from the grave and take horrible revenge on all involved. It would be righteous. Well, back to the grave.
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