directed by: Harry Preston
starring: Paul Iwanski, William F. Pecchi, Cheryl Black, Bob Wagner,
Philip Thompson, James Caskey, Jerry Meagher, William Clark, Margi Curry, Mary
Lou Witmtan, Kathy Johnson
(back of video blurb):
" Imagine every newlywed's fantasy-
a rustic secluded lover's paradise- Honeymoon Island.
What starts as a weekend of love,
turns into a nightmare of blood and terror for three young innocent couples.
What lurks in the shadows of Honeymoon Lodge? Is it the caretaker, or perhaps
something more fiendish and deadly?
Honeymoon Island ... where newlyweds
joined in holy matrimony spend their wedding night ... til death do they part!"
choice dialogue:
Burnt cheese on toast anybody? ... Get your teeth into this...
Elaine (Cheryl Black) has just returned
to Lover's island with her new husband, Vic (Bob Wagner) to re-open an isolated
holiday complex designed especially for honeymooning couples. A year earlier
she had accidentally killed (or did she?) her, then husband Frank (William F.
Pecchi), when he walked in on her and Vic as they were about to get down
to some adulterous bedroom action. In the prologue we saw her smash a bottle
of beer over Frank's head in self-defence and, much like that other crispy slasher
from 1981, THE BURNING, a paraffin lamp gets knocked over and Vic's body
is engulfed in an inferno. Although there was gossip (like, how come the roots
on her outrageously grown out bleach job were still the same length a year later?!)
she'd managed to convince all that mattered that Vic's death was a tragic accident
and, unable to resist the potential goldmine that was Lover's Island she returns
to set up business once again. In this she's assisted by Joe the elderly Handyman
who Elaine charmingly refers to, when speaking to one of the guests, as, "…a
little retarded"; and Emily the maid (Megan Ready), who sports the most
unconvincing cock-e-ney accent ("This place fair gives me the willies!")
since Dick Van Dyke last swept a chimney!
It goes without saying that there's
someone else on the island, and judging by the blistered hands that constantly
pull back branches to get a better look, it goes without saying who it is. Add
to this mix three sorority sisters in tight towelling shorts- Kelly Robin and
Jill, and you can well imagine things briefly start a cooking! The girls make
the trip from
the mainland because they want to decorate the rooms of three of their friends-
fellow sorority sisters, who are getting married the next day and are all spending
their wedding night on Lover's Island. They get busy hanging streamers around
the rooms and tacking up banners with things like- " virgins need no urgin!",
but, before long they get an unwelcome visit from Elaine's disgruntled and charred
ex-husband who makes short work of the merry pranksters with a large machete.
Elaine and Vic presume that the girls have left the island- and given Emily a lift to the mainland as well (when in-fact she's been offed too, before she could splutter a "Cor blimey Gov!"). So, none of them are missed until Emily fails to return the next evening and by that time the boatload of newly-weds have arrived on the island. Elaine greets Kay (Margi Curry) and Jeff (Paul Iwanski); Linda (Leslie McKinley) and Dwayne (Philip Thomson); and Sue (Jane Pardue) and Gary (James Caskey), and cheerily tells them how her late departed husband (supposedly) burnt to death only feet away from their romantic cabins. Charming!
Now, I doubt I have to leave too
much up to your imaginations about what happens next, what with three horny
newlywed couples behind closed doors- and happen it does. But if you thought
things would perk up in the stalking department then you'd be very much mistaken-
Frank seems content to go through that well choreographed routine of
running past moonlit cabins and throwing shadows (which was very much in vogue
amongst fashionable psycho's that year). Pretty much for the next half an hour
HONEYMOON HORROR descends into (very) soft-core sweaty embraces and conversations
about baked potatoes… Yes, baked potatoes! Seemingly in an effort to pad out
the running time Elaine and Vic take it in turns to, first prepare the newly
weds evening meal, take it to the three different cabins- and then indulge in
idle chit-chat about said baked potato dinner with each of the couples (They
certainly know how to live it up!).
Eventually Frank gets it together to start his bloody reign of terror (pre-empted by POV heavy breathing which borders on the snoring- a sleepwalking slasher?), which, if you're still awake, will provide a whole cavalcade of dime-store hysterics and inept slasher low-jinks. It's a reign of terror that shows that even if you had a ring on your finger the old 'have-sex-and-die' adage still applied.
Unfortunately, HONEYMOON HORROR
pretty much fails to excite on any level. Obviously modelling itself on the
shenanigans over at Crystal Lake it doesn't have half the pizazz of those holiday
hackings. Now, with a title like that I certainly wasn't expecting anything
astounding, but I was kind of hoping for a good healthy dollop of prime cheese-
and being from 1981 the vintage was just right. You wouldn't think they could
go too far wrong with a scenario that pits a busload of sorority sisters against
a horribly disfigured nut with a machete, but go wrong they do. The elements
are there-
the sorority girls and the newly weds are all wearing appropriately colour dis-co-ordinated
80's threads; there is the requisite fat stupid sheriff (who in this case can
eat a burger whilst still puffing on a cigar); a drawling shopkeeper called
Marlo (who would make Edith Massey sound refined); a soundtrack seemingly flinched
and mixed from some 70's John Holmes epic and THE DUKES OF HAZZARD, and
some head slappingly bad dialogue- Elaine to one of the girls- "Something
grabbed my foot!" … "Are you sure? Maybe it was a bridge." (Pardon?)
… But, at the end of the day, it's cheesiness is seriously undermined by some
faltering and woefully lacklustre pacing- enough about those damned baked potatoes
already!
The cheese, naturally, is pleasing when it occurs and there are some surprisingly gory moments to jolt you out of your slumber, but ultimately, when it comes to voting for the best crispy teen pruner of 1981 my vote still goes to old Cropsy, the dab hand with a pair of garden shears over at Camp Blackfoot.
BODYCOUNT
9
female:7 / male:2
1) Female found slashed to death
2) Female killed (method unseen)
3) Female killed (method unseen)
4) Female dismembered with machete
5) Female hacked to death with axe
6) Female hacked to death with axe
7) Female gets axe in the head
8)
Male shot in the stomach
9)
Male has knife thrown into his back