Tom Savini was attached to direct the film in the late 1980's but pulled out due to lack of studio interest. See more »
In the scene where they find the trap-door and climb down, right before the one lady falls, a man in a floral shirt is clearly visible on the right hand side of the screen sitting there in the dark. See more »
The ending credit roll, features a disclaimer "No animals were harmed in any way during the making of this film" ... "Animal handling was supervised by the ASPCA". See more »
There are some scenes included in the network version not included in the video version. Warwick comes in Nardellos office and he says take a break Nardello. Two parts of the scene when Brogan and Dansen heckle John in the diner with the "special order for the comander of the rat patrol" were cut. A scene were Dansen and Brogan burn Johns time card was cut. A alternate ending had John Punching out his and Janes time cards. Another scene with John And Jane in Jane's van was cut. Still one more scene which had John and Ippeston cleaning the basement was cut. See more »
Stephen King's Graveyard Shift is curiously one of my favourite adaptations of his work. I say curiously because it's not a very tasteful film, let alone even a good one. It's simple schlock and awe, goo and slime for 90 minutes straight, every human character either an unsettling nutcase or cardboard stock archetype. There's just something so Midnite Movie- esque about it though, a sense of fun to its gigantic, hollowed out mess of a textile mill in which some kind of vile denizen stalks a night crew that pretty much deserves everything they get. People wander about, squabble and are picked off in ways that get steadily more gruesome until the final reveal of the monster in some overblown puss-palooza of a finale. What more do you need in your bottom feeder helping of horror? Steven Macht is the sleazebag who runs the mill at his tyrannical whim, while David Andrews is the closest thing you'll find to a stoic protagonist. Andrew 'Wishmaster' Divoff shows up as a stock character, but it's Brad Dourif who chews scenery and ends up the only memorable person as the world's most simultaneously intense and incompetent exterminator, a bug eyed little weirdo who freaks people out with extended monologues about Viet Nam when he should be perusing corridors to find whatever's lurking there. The monster itself, if I remember correctly, is one big pile of grossly misshappen, poopy prosthetic puppetry, as is often the case in early 90's King fare. Would you want it any other way? Simple, efficient and impressively gory is what you'll find on this shift.
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