Why, Cropsy? Why?

Wow, it's been over two months since my last post. I don't know why, really. I guess it could be described as lack of inspiration - but, I've managed to keep watching horror films and aimlessly waste my time in some way or another. So, in essence, nothing has changed.

The dog days of summer are haunching the legs of millions Americans - causing them to itch, whine, and bitch about how hot it is outside. It's the perfect weather to stay indoors and watch slasher movies. Imagine how Cropsy feels out there in that summer heat at Camp Blackfoot. The guy's smoldering anyway - ever since being the victim of a kids prank that left him charred from head to toe.




Old Cropsy can't seem to let things die, and his temper is hot. He's got a burning desire to get back at the kids who turned him into a roasted duck.(Not to be confused with Fulci's 'quacking' duck) The skin grafts at the hospital didn't take. No. No luck there. A proto-Freddy Kruger? Maybe?

C'mon, Cropsy! It's been five years since your accident. This group of kids had absolutely nothing to do with your little 'explosion' all those years back. Just leave 'em alone! I see there's no talking Cropsy out of sharpening his garden shears and stalking the camp once again. He knows Jason usually does the camp stalking, but he feels it necessary to prove a point.





Anyway, Cropsy kills. He does a little thing called the 'raft massacre' - Which is one of the most brutal scenes is slasher movie history. Tom Savini flaunts his stuff and catches another STD behind the scenes. There's George Costanza with hair, alongside the Fast Times At Ridgemont High nerd. There's a couple pairs of tits and a few asses. Yeah, we're doing good aren't we?

Great gore. Great score. Great atmosphere. Wonderful setting. Everything that makes a slasher movie a slasher movie. You can't call yourself George Costanza.