Horror House on Highway Five (1985)

Director:

Richard Casey

Writer:

Richard Casey

Genre:

Horror

Tagline:

See It Or Die!

Plot:

A van full of college students traveling down a highway is terrorized by a psycho killer in a Richard Nixon mask.

Plot Keywords:

Student | Mask | Highway | Van | Psychopath

Cast

Phil Therrien	...	Dr. Marbuse
Max Manthey	...	Gary
Irene F.	...	Sally Smith
Michael Castagnolia	...	The Pothead
Susan Leslie	...	Louise
Randy Daitch	...	Teacher
Bill Pope	...	Gentleman (as William Pope)
Richard Meltzer	...	Tough Guy
Kathleen Battersby	...	Housewife
Ronald Reagan	...	Richard Nixon
Steve DeVorkin	...	Van Driver
Robert Gaulin	...	Student
S. Eisenstein	...	Student

Directed by
Richard Casey

Writing credits (in alphabetical order)
Richard Casey

Produced by
John P. Marsh	....	executive producer (as John Marsh)

Original Music by
Kraig Grady
Suzanne McDermott

Cinematography by
David Golia

Casting by
Joana Church

Art Direction by
Susan Meldonian

Makeup Department
Molly Martin	....	makeup artist

Sound Department
Jack Joy	....	sound mixer

Camera and Electrical Department
Jack Armstrong	....	camera operator
Glen Hitchcock	....	camera operator
Ron Kutak	....	camera operator
Bill Pope	....	photographer

Other crew
Robert Just	....	consultant
Van Spaulding	....	location manager

Distributors

• Simitar Video (video)
• Timeless Media Group (2006) (USA) (DVD)

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Certification:

USA:Not Rated

Quotes:

The Pothead:[On fiding a dead feline in the back of his student van] What the hell is this dead cat doing here?

Movie Connections:

References Night of the Living Dead (1968)

Soundtrack:

Song for Richie Valens

Indescribable! Must be seen to be believed.

I've read many, many lengthy, compelling reviews of HORROR HOUSE ON HIGHWAY FIVE. Every single one of them ripped this little straight-to-video obscurity to shreds. None of these reviews even hinted that the film could be considered at least slightly amusing, if even for camp value. It was because of this type of incessant, brutal criticism the movie has received by the few people who have actually seen it that I decided to seek it out and give it a go. When I finally saw it, I was stunned. No review, no plot summary, or no inane message-board-horror-freak banter could have prepared me for the experience.

HORROR HOUSE ON HIGHWAY FIVE has an approximate running time of 90 minutes, but to me, it was all a blur. I popped in the tape and was immediately bombarded with a barrage of surreal, incoherent images and eerily funny yet nonsensical lines of dialogue. For the first time in years, I was glued to my television set. There was really no plot per se, but rather a constant stream of cinematic insanity involving a man in a Nixon mask, two Nazi brothers, pot smoking hippies, dead cats, homemade explosives, dancing, chloroform hijinx, and a disturbingly unfitting, genre-defiant soundtrack.

Now, mind you, I am no stranger to the vast world of bizarre movies. I thoroughly enjoy flicks such as ERASERHEAD, SWEET MOVIE, BEGOTTEN, UN CHIEN ANDALOU, and EL TOPO. But for whatever reason, this movie affected me on a level that no other has, and I'm having a hard time pinpointing why. Perhaps it's because films like the ones I just listed knew exactly what they were doing. They were meant to be disturbing, bizarre, and confusing, thus making their weirdness easier to accept. But I'm not so sure HHOH5 even realizes just how strange it really is. I'm sure its intent was simply to spook and shock its viewers, but instead it comes across as some kind of completely accidental minimalist/surrealist/faux-arthouse pic. Imagine blending the works of Nick Zedd, Ed Wood, and Salvador Dali. Yes, it's just that weird.

So did I like this movie? I honestly don't know. For once in my life a movie has sent my emotions into a whirlwind, and trying to determine my feelings about it is nothing short of impossible. It's almost as if HHOH5 has caused some kind of chemical imbalance in my brain. I will say this, though: it was definitely entertaining, but don't know if I could ever prepare myself to endure its lunacy a second time.