FRIGHTMARE
One tsp good ideas, two cups crap
Frightmare is one of many, many films I was curious about as a kid, and only recently got around to watching. Most of them have sucked, as I expected (it was a curious selection that piqued my interest as a kid). This isn't an exception.
At the root of Frightmare is a heck of a good idea. Imagine a group of people trapped inside a famous horror star's crypt, eliminated by booby traps, occasionally addressed by the star by videotaped messages, recorded before his demise. That, I'd like to see. But that's not what you'll see here, in this silly film, which I've heard called a spoof but even if it were, it'd suck in that department too.
The plot is thus: a horror star (cranky bastard, known for killing directors who didn't agree with him) dies, and a bunch of his teenage fans steal his body and eat dinner with it, dance around with it, all sorts of sicko shit. Why are they doing this? I don't know. They seem to like his work, they seem to like him, but they mock him and defile him. Then a medium invokes the star's departed spirit to wreak vengeance upon those who stole his body, so the body comes to life and starts knocking off the teenagers, while occasionally, a videotaped message in the crypt is played.
It's a pretty stupid little film, notable mostly for having Jeffrey Coombs in an early role (reportedly, he was only cast because he had the same hair as the dummy that was going to be decapitated). It completely lacks any characters of any charm or interest, let alone sympathy, so it basically incurs only marginally more interest than watching the computer-generated demonstration on a pro wrestling video game. It's not a total turd, but save your time and money anyway.