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When she's not ready to perform sex with Robert Englund the way he
wants it, a girl is thrown out of Carolyn Jones' brothel, only to end up
in Neville Brand's hotel somewhere way out in the Louisiana swamps.
Thing is, Brand does not like the company of ex-prostitutes all that
much, so he feeds her to his pet-alligator he once had flown in from
Africa. Soon the girl's sister (Crystin Sinclaire) & father (Mel
Ferrer) also stop by Brand's place, actually looking for her. Brand
provides them with some clues leading to the whorehouse, sending them
off to the city & to sheriff Stuart Whitman, while Brand keeps busy
killing some other patrons of his hotel & feeding them to his
alligator - a father of a family, whose wife he binds to a bed &
whose daughter he locks up under the house, Robert Englund & his
girlfriend, who just came for a quiet fuck in one of the hotel's rooms, &
of course Mel Ferrer upon returning to the place. However, in the end
Brand gets his just reward ending up as a meal for his alligator
himself.
Director Tobe Hooper's career is one of the saddest
& most disappointing inside the horror business: After his first
movie, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) - a genuine &
undisputed classic, and one promising first feature if I ever saw one -
he directed this one, a little & unremarkable shocker that has
nothing to distinguish itself from other little & unremarkable
shockers from the same era. Later even more disappointing movies
included the Stephen King-TV-bore Salem's Lot (1979), the
mainstreamed big budget Steven Spielberg-movie Poltergeist
(1982), the lame rip-off of the already incredibly lame Firestarter,
Spontaneous Combustion (1989), the Stephen King-absurdity The
Mangler (1994) or the semi-sequel to Death Trap, the
incredibly impersonal Crocodile (2000) - & even his more
entertaining pictures like Lifeforce or Living Nightmare
have little more than trash-value. This movie itself is actually doing
pretty well in the colour department - its nice sepia & blueish
tones give the movie the appropriate swamp-feeling, but it does
seriously lack any characterizations of all persons involved that would
be so needed to idetnify with the proceedings & even Neville Brand
does little more than mumbling to himself all the time - which actually
could have worked would he have about anything to say in his long
monologues. & the crocodile is just a bad & motionless prop,
totally failing to scare anyone - in above mentioned Crocodile,
Hooper hat a CGI-reptile, which by the way didn't work any better
either, looking totally unconvincing amidst its surroundings.
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