Max Parry is a wedding photographer thought by others to be
a little carefree, but they don't know the half of it. Max
is a serial killer who defies profiling because all of his
victims are totally random with nothing specifically in common.
He's killed more than fifty people and sees no reason to stop.
Now he's making a film of his day to day exploits. You, the
single viewer, are the target audience, and you watch as he
carries out his spontaneous, but not always quick, killings.
All the time the emphasis is on you: Are you enjoying what
you see? Do you feel superior to Max? If you're disgusted,
why haven't you turned off yet? And more specifically, Are
you going to be next...?
to be confused with The Last Horror Film, which starred
the luscious Caroline Munro, this one goes back to grass roots,
and so requires little in the way of sets or special effects.
The idea is to make the film seem as real as possible, as
if you are watching someone who's picked up a camera and has
chosen to film themselves justifying their actions and simultaneously
trying to get inside your head by means of basic Freudian
psychology. Kevin Howarth does a pretty good job, being a
sort of Hannibal-like intelligent murderer with no inhibitions
whatsoever, and it's just as well because the entire film
hinges on his performance.
bold quote on the cover compares it to Henry: Portrait
of a Serial Killer, but I have to say it reminded me of
Gregory - Diary of a Nutcase, an episode from The
Comic Strip Presents, but without the multitude of humorous
moments created by Ade Edmondson.
Last Horror Movie has no soul. Nothing particularly draws
you into the character's life, and there's no plot to speak
of. A film killer has to have charisma or a trait that draws
you into his or her dark world. This one has nothing. I was
watching with all the enthusiasm of viewing somebody else's
holiday snaps. Compare this with the quirkiness of Seed
of Chucky; it's not the killings that are particularly
funny but the situations and reactions to them.
extras confused the hell out of me. The packaging lists an
audio commentary by "Max", but there isn't one on the disc.
The disc menu lists a commentary by director Julian Richards,
but this time the packaging gets it right when it says that
commentary also includes Kevin Howarth. A selection of Julian
Richard's short films actually relates to just two (the better
being 3 mins, the other around 28 mins). The disc menu also
has deleted scenes and a featurette, neither of which are
listed on the packaging, and yet the packaging special features
show film notes which are nowhere to be seen on the disc.
see my problem? As my review copy was a sample, perhaps the
error has been corrected prior to its official release. If
not, it's an unusual oversight by Tartan who have released
some quality material.