The scariest thing about this Golan-Globus slasher is the fashion and that’s only scary because new wave rags worn by the film’s rockers (fictitious bands called Shadow and Big In Japan) look like the over-priced threads now being worn by hipsters born after the Reagan administration. The fashion looked dumb then, it looks even dumber now. Some people never learn from the past.
Plotwise, an emasculated psychopath on a midnight killing spree might make New Year’s Evil an interesting study for feminist film theory, but the limp premise and weak suspense made me wish the new year would just get here already. Sadly, I recall seeing this year’s ago on cable and thought it would be campy fun to revisit it on New Year’s Eve. I was wrong, dead wrong.
I guess I’m just as guilty as not learning from history as today’s hipsters.