Mother's Day (1980)

The team at Troma has delivered a truly unique horror experience with Mother's Day. This is a demented slice of early 80's Slasher cinema that is well done. The tongue in cheek approach to the material adds an interesting touch to the tone of the film. However, this is one twisted ride from start to finish. This is clearly influenced by Tobe Hooper's classic 1974 film and it does something eccentric in its own right. This is an enjoyable horror yarn that should appeal to fans of the genre. There's plenty of gore and enough dark humorous to compensate for a few disturbing scenes. Acting wise there's some pretty decent performances here and Mother (played by Rose Ross) steals the show. Director Charles Kauffman crafts a terrific picture and he is able to focus on a good plot, good gore and decent enough performances. Mother's Day is one of the better Slasher gems of the 1980's and genre fans owe it to themselves to hunt this one down. This is an exciting and fun picture that is well crafted to induce plenty of shocks and thrills. This is a fine horror yarn that overcomes its limitations by its tongue in cheek tone, which goes well with the other elements that Kauffman has up his sleeve. I thoroughly enjoyed this film and it's a fine piece of low-budget horror cinema that is guaranteed to be a memorable viewing experience. Genre fans will enjoy this one as a fine little slasher and it is one of the best the genre has to offer. Charles Kauffman has made a film worthy of the term cult classic. Enjoyable, disturbing and worth watching, Mother's Day is an accomplished horror yarn that showcases a fine balance of chills and slightly humorous aspects perfectly.

Saw this because of Eli Roth. There are a couple of original shots and some funny moments, and in the gross-out, sadistic violence and celebration of crudity, it successfully does the horror movie as a Looney Tunes farce, although Joe Dante and George Miller have done that with finesse. The misogyny turns so ridiculous and atonally repetitive -- "YuOU--BITCH! YuOU--BITCH! Yu-OU" get the idea -- the movie can't be a real satire of misogyny. It just makes misogynists men who can't seal the deal because they're either ugly and socially backward or trying to get into the pants of girls who aren't sufficiently deprived of self-esteem and brains. Its flippant vision of the consumer culture in the late twilight of the 70s is unique -- almost equal to Repo Man's early 80s take -- and frankly, I would have liked to see it in another movie.