The Reaper (Mike Michaels) was formerly an ordained minister before embarking on a rampant killing spree with a brutal murder cult that believed in the homicidal cleansing of a corrupt society. After slaughtering a handful of convicted criminals from drug dealers to prostitutes, the Reaper was imprisoned and sentenced to death by electric chair, but when a power cut thwarts his fate, he manages to make an escape from the prison. He takes to a hotel where he knows various dangerous criminals will be meeting with the intention of another crazed massacre, but when one feisty girl (Shayla Beesley) finds herself fighting for survival, she is forced to face the dread she has been trying to forget. Can the Reaper be stopped once again? Or is his presence an unshakeable force damning a crime-rife society forever?
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Hard-driving and oblivious ad exec Ted Kramer (Hoffman, more jittery than usual) is blindsided when his alarmingly fragile wife Joanna suddenly abandons him and their six-year old son Billy (Justin Henry), claiming that she needs to go to California to, you know, "find herself." Clearly a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown, she hands over the keys, the credit cards, and the dry-cleaning tickets and disappears, leaving Ted to answer Billy's question: "Where's Mommy?"
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Oddly enough, all three were most visible -- and successful -- during the 1970s and early '80s. Louise Fletcher, noted for her Oscar-winning turn as Nurse Ratched in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, plays the just-deceased grandmother of the story, remembered lovingly through flashbacks; Jason Miller, intense Oscar nominee for The Exorcist, is here as grandma's helpful estate attorney; and Geneviève Bujold (Tightrope, Choose Me, Dead Ringers) plays the caretaker of the Maine lakeside inn Grandma owned for decades.
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Sam chases after Jake, while The Geek chases after Sam. After one school dance, your standard '80s teen party - including requisite shots of piles of junk food and empty beer cans, as well as throngs of kids in brightly colored sweaters dancing badly in somebody's suburban living room - and a late night ride in a Rolls Royce driven by a kid without a license, true love will somehow manage to prevail.
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