Charles Band turned out his fair share of turkeys during his time with Empire Pictures, but "Terrorvision" was a rare bright spot. Mind you, it's still pretty bad, but I appreciated the fact that it wears its campiness as a badge of honor and plays the entire movie for laughs.
Band goes all out, knowing that people were going to be laughing at it anyway, and the first half of the picture is surprisingly effective. Mary Woronov and Gerritt Graham are actually very funny in the lead roles, and Bert Remsen gets a lot of laughs as Grandpa is well. '80's fave Diane Franklin is pretty and quite fetching as their daughter, seemingly channeling pop icon Cyndi Lauper.
It's a lot of fun until the midway point when you start to realize that a little of it goes a long way, and even at its abbreviated running time the film wears out its welcome long before the credits roll. The laughs dry up, the novelty of the terrible special effects wear off and Graham, Remsen and Woronov disappear leaving the picture's fate up to the youngsters in the cast. They can't carry it.
Still, the brightest star in the whole film, oddly enough, is the production design by Giovanni Natalucci. At times, the house is the real star here, a gaudy swingers paradise with some of the most garish paintings and sculptures you can imagine. The attention to detail they gave to a tiny film like this is amazing.
"Terrorvision" is a silly little film that starts off enjoyably campy but cannot sustain that giddy feeling all the way to the end. It's fun, to a point.