When you really love a given work it
becomes difficult to render an appropriate review. This issue becomes even more
burdensome when this work is, by most movie-quality-barometers, a complete and
utter stink bomb. A Return to Salem’s Lot, a sequel in
name only, to Stephen King’s heralded original work, Salem’s Lot, is
quite possibly the most absurdly underrated “crappy in-name only” sequel in
history. This film is truly up there with the likes of Halloween III and
Zombi IV in the “would be a classic under a different name” category.
The soundtrack is memorably creepy, harpsichord-ridden,
and begging for a techno remix; allowing for the film’s atmosphere to set in
without any defense. Those of you with lifetime experiences in the American
Northeast will have no difficulty attaching your receptors to this setting.
Bovine country indeed.
Donning Hollywood starlets, horror
cheese mainstays, and decorated actors from the golden age of cinema; this film
has the cast alone to separate itself from the pack of oft-forgetten
straight-to-video sequels. Famed
Charles Grodin lookalike Michael Moriarty (The Stuff, The Stand) turns in a
tour-de-force performance as the only character he knows how to play; a
hard-as-nails, woman-ravaging, manly-man in the body of a shoe store manager
from Seattle. Andrew Duggan and June Havoc also chime in as the undead Aunt
Clara and Judge Axel, the latter of which is the “king of the vampires” type,
who eerily resembles my grandfather.
Speaking of star power, A Return
to Salem’s Lot features former Hollywood slam-piece Tara
Reid (American Pie, recipient of botched boob job, seen here with melted face) in her first performance, as
a lovable pre-teen vampire who tries to seduce Michael Moriarty’s smart-ass
son, Jeremy; an unforgettably ginger badass with a mouth like a trucker and a
filmography that could fit on a fortune cookie paper.
These casting accolades are a clear
second place to the involvement of screenwriting, acting, and low-budget film
legend, Samuel Fuller. This self-described “nazi killer, not nazi hunter” is a
breath of fresh air, as he is halfhazardly thrust into a plot involving
vampires for NO DICERNABLE REASON WHATSOEVER. This is the beauty of
cheese-cinema. If you can’t have an elderly nazi hunter in a vintage Studebaker randomly
plop himself into a script about
vampires, then you just aren’t living; screenwriting-wise.
Ensemble cast aside, A Return to
Salem’s Lot makes it’s bacon on being an extremely well-balanced horror
film; engorging the viewer in appropriate doses of eerie music, scares, good
movie makeup, and a quickly developing plot. Director Larry Cohen is far from
gunshy, racking up a healthy body count of vampires, humans, and drones (see
the film) alike.At one point, a plethora of doped up cyber-punks (Think Bill
Paxton in Terminator) are viciously murdered by seemingly elderly townsfolk. At another juncture, Andrew Duggan rips a vagrant’s face off! Look mom, one hand!
Another aspect of A Return to
Salem’s Lot that garners my respect is a homage to the time-tested
tradition of writing stock footage of the wilderness into a given horror plot.
This goal is handily achieved through the creative writing of Michael Moriarty’s
character as an anthropologist; Allowing for not only gratuitous scenes of
tribal sacrifice, but also ample shots of the rainforest and wildlife, even if
grossly overused. Hey, anything to add some gore and tribal mamories, right?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it
again, this film would have been an 80’s horror-cheese smash hit if it were
released under a different name. Maybe, “writer of the vampire bible” or “nazi
killer vs. the geriatric vampire horde.” Literally anything would have
sufficed. Maybe we would be giving this film the respect it deserves today,
instead of taking the Stephen King route and filing suit to ensure that his
name will never be associated with this work. Apples to Oranges.After all, A
Return to Salem’s Lot has very little to do with its alleged predecessor.
No character’s transcend the works, nor do the antagonists share any
similarities, absent a slight resemblance, and vampirism. Maybe they are second
cousins? Regardless of the title or classification, this film is very enjoyable; seek it out!
There. I did it. I Reviewed a horrible film that I love more than most
Oscar nominees. *exhales*
WTF = 21
WTF = 21
W - 6 (not all that witty, but still disturbing at times)
T - 7 (great post-CGI effects when employed)
F - 8 (thoroughly enjoyable)
I saw this film when I was eight and it scared me terribly! I saw it again when I was seventeen and could not believe how cheese ball it was. But you are right on, there are some cool bits in here that nobody expects to find. Great review.
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