DVD Review: Road Games (1981)

The Hitchcockian thriller Road Games won Australian filmmaker Richard Franklin (a lifelong Hitch devotee) his chance to direct, the surprisingly good, Psycho II (1983). Hitchcock's influence is apparent right from the opening scene: a sinister motel, a naked girl and a psycho-killer who murders her and dismembers her body off screen. His shadowy activities arouse the suspicion of American truck driver, Quid (Stacy Keach), whose phone calls to the police are ignored. Quid soon finds himself being tailed by the killer in his grimy van. He picks up gutsy runaway Hitch (Jamie Lee Curtis) and they play guessing games with the psycho's modus operandi, culminating in a taut scene where Quid confronts what he thinks is the killer in a toilet cubicle while Hitch investigates his van. When Quid returns, Hitch and the van have disappeared, leaving him the police's prime suspect.
Franklin provides some nicely tense moments and a handful of shocks, but one hesitates to call this an unsung classic. The story (co-devised by Franklin and screenwriter Everett De Roche) meanders with characters talking an awful lot, but revealing very little, as the tension dissipates. Keach makes for an affable, articulate hero ("Just because I drive a truck doesn't make me a truck driver") - though Quid remains something of an enigma. Jamie Lee Curtis is strong throughout her few, brief scenes, but Hitch's back-story (the runaway daughter of an American diplomat) is too slight to be anything more than a plot wrinkle.


After a 5-year hiatus, those mischievous abominators-of-nature Drs. Herbert West and Dan Cain are back, this time under the direction of shock godfather Brian Yuzna. Sadly, though the grungy production values, hammy acting and gleefully silly prosthetic FX will appeal to genre fans, this is a disimprovement from Stuart Gordon’s
Grindhouse seems to be a word to drop for just about everyone operating on the shock/horror genres thse days, but if you want to know the real meaning of the term, you might want to check out Grindhouse Trailer Classics.

On Sunday March 4th The Los Angeles Grindhouse Festival 2007 presented by Quentin Tarantino at the New Beverly Cinema got off to great start with a double-bill of the blaxploitation classic The Mack (1973) and the martial arts action flick The Chinese Mack (Da jiao long, 1974).
In a world where titles tend to do what they say on the tin,
Easy part done. Now for the tricky stuff. What is a cult? Or rather, what kind of stuff do I want to bang on about? For those of us in the know, who can cradle a copy of Curtains to our bosom, it doesn't seem quite right to champion the little films that made it big. Films like Halloween, The Blair Witch Project. A Nightmare on Elm Street and The Evil Dead. Yet these began life as little-known shockers, built with passion and independent money (Nightmare
got New Line started). Now they're part of the big wide consciousness
and generally considered a successful franchise (okay, except Blair
Witch 2). Still, it seems a shame to let them go. So I won't. At some
point in the future, I'd like to take a look at what got them off the
ground. And at some of the people who are big names now, thanks to
their passion and independent vision (Romero, Carpenter, Argento,
Cronenberg, Craven et al).
Another Hammer special edition release, but not obvious Hammer territory, as the company tackle Jack The Ripper's legacy in Victorian England with Hands Of The Ripper.





