The Slayer. J.S. Cardone, 1982.
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Edition screened: Arrow Blu-ray, released 2017. English language. Runtime approximately 90 minutes.
Summary: Mild fishing gore.
Details:
1) Two quick scenes of fish gutting, 17:47-17:49 and 18:40-18:42.
2) Narrative of a kitten’s murder, 53:02-53:09, told in a quick matter-0f-fact way.
The Slayer is another one of those movies: a group of friends go away for a vacation and are gruesomely murdered one-by-one despite warnings by the least desirable female that something seems wrong. The Slayer is not a particularly good film, but it is far more watchable than most of its kin simply because the Dead Vacationers Walking are young adults rather than obnoxious teenagers. Gone is the endless unfunny joking, gone is the torrent of self-described “practical jokes” by the resident wit who does outrageous things like talking in a spooky voice to scare the girls, gone is the torrid suspense over whether Kristie will sleep with Matt. The Slayer is basically the same movie as The Mutilator, but becomes tolerable rather than intolerable due to a cast of dopey young professionals rather than idiotic high schoolers.
Kafka lovers! There is an interesting reverse-fishing scene around the one-hour mark. The soon-to-be-slaughtered guy is out alone at night searching for the recently-slaughtered guy. He pauses at the fishing dock, confounded that someone has tangled up his line and hooks and what have you, dag nab it. We hear the waves lapping, then see a line with a man-sized hook fly in from nowhere and wrap around his neck, circling a few times so that both hook and line cut into his face reel good. Reel good, I say. He then is yanked off the dock, onto the beach, and slowly dragged into the water headfirst. Pet fish in your home will love it.