Rating: **** (4 out of 5)
Year: 1989

Review: Another director of note starts off our second movie of the month: Robert Englund (aka Freddy Kreuger). I really wish that I had watched this the previous night; just what I was in the mood for! Its 1988 release date gives it that grainy nostalgic feeling with which movies from other decades simply can’t compare. The satanic powers of the horro-hotline are never really explained, but I think it was better that way. The kid who is the ostensible protagonist is a borderline sex-offender who would have been a trench coat mafia member in the 90s. The fact that he’s the one we’re routing for makes for an entirely disturbing viewing experience.

Notable Scene(s) :anything that involves the pneumatic tube system. What, did they build the house on an old, Indian curbside banking cemetery? Oh, and the random jump-cuts that truncate every other scene.
Gore:         Buckets

a tumescent Nipples

Scariness:  Screams
Campiness: Donald Pleasances
Creepiness: Cellar Doors

Munchy Suggestion: 2 Original Cookie Company Double Doozies
For More: Information than you require about the flick, look here: Wiki or here: IMDB.
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