Written by: Charles Kaufman and Warren Leight
Directed by: Charles Kaufman
Starring: Nancy Hendrickson, Frederick Coffin, Michael McCleery, and Beatrice Pons
Reviewed by: Brett G.
ďYouĎll get what you deserve in them Deep Barons, you lez-beans! You wonĎt be causinĎ no one no trouble no more!Ē
In 1980, two sets of independent film crews set off to film their respective pictures on a lake near Blairstown, New Jersey. One of these films was Friday the 13th, which went on to be a box office smash and helped to chart the course for horror over the next few years. The other film is the lesser known Motherís Day, though there is a familiar name behind that one: executive producer and Troma president Lloyd Kaufman, whose brother, Charles, wrote and directed the film. The low budget slasher would go on to become a cult classic at best over the years and generally forgotten outside of horror circles, a much different fate than that of Sean Cunningham's slasher. Itís interesting that two films that are essentially the same could take such disparate paths, but thatís exactly what happened when both films emerged out of the backwoods of New Jersey.
The film opens with a nice old lady giving a ride to two seemingly shady individuals. When the elderly driverís car breaks down, you just know itís bad news for herÖor is it? A couple of maniacs come out of the woods and quickly dispatch the two passengers as the sweet old lady looks on and laughs. During and after the credits, we meet our other protagonists: 3 girls who once called themselves ďThe Rat PackĒ in college; itís been ten years since theyíve graduated, and theyíre all about to meet for their yearly gathering. The destination of choice this year is a remote wooded area where the girls are going to camp out. Of course, they arenít alone in the seemingly empty woods, as the two aforementioned maniacs (who are revealed to be brothers) kidnap the girl and bring them home to mommy dearest for a round of tortuous fun and games.
Anyone whoís ever experienced anything remotely Troma-related knows what to expect from a film like Motherís Day. The production quality will be low, acting will be laughably poor, and good taste will be few and far between. In this respect, the film delivers on all accounts, and, like many other Troma films, its demented heart is in the right place when it comes to just being a bit nuts. Things actually start out pretty promising with the opening scene that manages to surprise a bit by reversing the audienceís expectations by having the sweet old lady turn out to be a psychopath. Also, unlike Friday the 13th, it doesnít save its grand decapitation for a rousing climax. Instead, itís there right off the bat and seems to promise a gore-soaked and insanity-laden ride.
Unfortunately, like so many slashers, itís unable to follow up on such promise. Motherís Day loses its way in the middle, as it just canít find many interesting things to do with its characters, particularly ďThe Rat Pack.Ē Thereís a fun flashback to their college days, but most of their time feels a bit like filler because you canít wait to see whatís going to happen to these girls once the demented duo of Ike and Addley get their hands on them. That part is admittedly a more interesting because the performances from the mother and her two sons are fun, and the tortures they enact are kind of demented. Itís probably a bit unfair to say the film is exactly the same as most slashers because itís not as much of a body count film; instead, itís more in the vein of revenge films when you get down to it. Still, the general idea is the same: itís a film where you go see people die glorious deaths. In this case, you just sort of wish there were a bit more carnage strewn throughout to keep things interesting at all times.
Though the film doesnít exactly attempt to be very suspenseful or atmospheric, it does make good use of its setting. With slashers, so much of its effectiveness is derived from this aspect, and this is one of this filmís stronger points. Thereís some nice forest photography and some of the establishing shots of the house effectively reinforce the isolated backwoods. Other charming 80s staples, like a moody synth score and a fun chair-jumper at the end, also make up a bit for the filmís technical shortcomings. Itís obviously not a particularly well-made film, but it also never takes itself seriously, either, which makes it easier to take. The effects crew can at least take pride in the nice gore sequences; the aforementioned decapitation is the crown jewel, but thereís other juicy bits to be found.
So why did this one end up with such a bad fate compared to that other film? Well, Friday the 13th is a better picture (though the two are closer in quality than you might expect, given their reputations), but the answer might actually lie within a joke found in Motherís Day itself. Thereís a part early where a guy at a Beverly Hills party reminds another party-goer about ďthe three rules in the film business: distribution, distribution, distribution.Ē Friday the 13th at least got that part right, while Motherís Day basically languished in obscurity on rental store shelves throughout the 80s and 90s. Had the two roles been switched, who knows--maybe Mrs. Voorhees would have become the more unknown slasher mommy. Distribution continues to be a problem for the film, as the DVD that Troma released a decade ago is long out of print and commands insane prices on the secondary market. Perhaps with the remake on the way from Darren Lynn Bousman (of Saw II and Repo! fame), Troma will find a way to get this one back on the shelves. Until then, however, youíre better off checking this one out if you can find it through a rental service. Sorry mom, but this is one Motherís Day that only needs to be experienced once. Rent it!
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