For a long time, a cult has centered around one of the era's most talked about titles: My Bloody Valentine. With most of its violence cut out and a "blue collar" perspective on the carnage, it remains for many a good time guilty pleasure. Now Lionsgate has seen fit to remake the movie, using an old '50s gimmick as a selling point -- and you know what, it works like a blood-spattered charm.
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It was 20 years ago when the small town of Valentine Bluff experienced a horrible tragedy. A gas leak caused an explosion in a mine shaft, and five men were trapped. Left to die, only one member of the crew, Harry Warden, was rescued. Naturally, the event drove him insane, and he was placed in a local asylum. A year later he escaped, and returned to the burg to seek his revenge. Cutting out the hearts of those he thought guilty, he warned that he would return should the town ever decide to celebrate Valentine's Day again. Fast forward two decades, and the citizens (along with several clueless teens) are foolishly preparing to do that very thing. And wouldn't you know it -- a masked miner with a pickaxe in hand has indeed returned, metering out his own form of body-cleaving justice.
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It's a theme that runs as far back in his work as 1977 with Rabid. Rose (Marilyn Chambers) and her boyfriend Hart (Frank Moore) get into a motorcycle accident not far from a hospital that mostly functions as a plastic surgery ward. Though Dr. Dan Keloid (Howard Ryshpan) is seen refusing to become the "Colonel Sanders of plastic surgery" as his business partner would like to achieve, Rose's predicament does allow him to experiment with a new method of grafting skin, which he feels is the only way to save her life. He is enthused to advance medicine for the sake of humanity, and his intentions are honorable, but the result is that he creates a variation on rabies that becomes an epidemic.
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The story is so inane and poorly told it defies any further description. Suffice it to say that the bad guys want Dudikoff dead. And Dudikoff likes cigars and setting up booby traps in his home. There's something about Howard's character not liking The Dudi... and there's a hooker who just can't control herself even when her life is in danger.
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