Jerky yuppie Matthew Wilson (a nicely obnoxious portrayal by Todd Fulton) receives an unsolicited VHS tape in the mail. Wilson decides to watch said tape and soon finds himself caught up in a scary alternate world full of dread and danger.
Writer/director David Steensland relates all the stories at a snappy pace, crafts a fun ooga-booga spooky atmosphere, brings an engaging earnest quality to the material, and tops everything off with an amusing sense of dark humor. The segments contained herein are: A hobgoblin stalking a little boy on a rundown bridge, a fisherman receives a fitting comeuppance, a rude delivery man stumbles across a remote rural café which exists in some kind of perpetual limbo, an overweight jogger is chased through the woods by a hairy monster (this one has an especially funny punchline), a stubborn old widow prospector (a touching performance by Shirley O'Key) refuses to leave her home, and a mugger gets his just desserts. Vincent Price handles his host duties with trademark plummy aplomb. John Mitchum likewise registers well as amiable yokel Mr. Olson. Gary Tomsic's polished cinematography boasts a few snazzy visual flourishes and makes neat occasional use of a crane. Todd Popple's shuddery synthesizer score hits the shivery spot. A nifty little fright flick.
Writer/director David Steensland relates all the stories at a snappy pace, crafts a fun ooga-booga spooky atmosphere, brings an engaging earnest quality to the material, and tops everything off with an amusing sense of dark humor. The segments contained herein are: A hobgoblin stalking a little boy on a rundown bridge, a fisherman receives a fitting comeuppance, a rude delivery man stumbles across a remote rural café which exists in some kind of perpetual limbo, an overweight jogger is chased through the woods by a hairy monster (this one has an especially funny punchline), a stubborn old widow prospector (a touching performance by Shirley O'Key) refuses to leave her home, and a mugger gets his just desserts. Vincent Price handles his host duties with trademark plummy aplomb. John Mitchum likewise registers well as amiable yokel Mr. Olson. Gary Tomsic's polished cinematography boasts a few snazzy visual flourishes and makes neat occasional use of a crane. Todd Popple's shuddery synthesizer score hits the shivery spot. A nifty little fright flick.