A kid chops up a necking couple at a drive-in and blames it on
his twin brother who is promptly sent to the nut house. Ten years later, he escapes on Thanksgiving
and returns home. People start dying in a
variety of gruesome ways, but which twin is doing the killing?
The gory death scenes are over the top. Hands are hacked off, machetes are pushed
through stomachs, heads are lopped off, and bodies are chopped in half. I especially thought the shots of the still-wiggling
body parts were a nice touch.
The stuff in between the slashing is hit and miss. The big problem is that the tone is out of
whack. It’s almost like they were trying
to make a camp classic on purpose, but it didn’t quite work out. Louise (Frankenhooker) Lasser gets some
laughs as the mother of the twins, but her acting is so broad that it feels like
it came out of another movie. We do get
one legitimately funny scene where she chews out her son’s psychiatrist while the
shrink’s recorded notes drolly play over her hysterical screaming.
Blood Rage features a decent body count and a good amount of
skin. The twin gimmick works well enough
I guess. The victims think they’re
talking to the good twin, but it’s really the psycho, who just so happens to be
hiding a sharp implement behind his back.
Your enjoyment of the cheesy and/or dumb parts (like who plays tennis at
midnight?) will probably depend on your willingness to go along with the goofy
tone. Even at a relatively-brief 80 minutes;
it wears out its welcome awfully fast.
AKA: Slasher. AKA:
Nightmare at Shadow Woods.
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