T&A Factor: 2/5
It's been awhile since we've reviewed a film from one of our favorite subgenres of horror: slashers. We've been on a bit of an indie horror binge lately. So it was high time for me to take a little mindless break. In our history, there have been plenty of misses alright when it comes to checking out these numerous films that were churned out in the 80's. I mean, inherently, each one of these films is just bad bad bad. But when the right elixir of awesome is achieved, you get a movie that should be celebrated for years to come. Planetary dwellers, I bestow upon you the greatness that is Evil Laugh!
Our film opens with a doctor who's purchased an abandoned mansion with a bit of a sketchy past. You see, it used to be a boarding home for kids and one of the groundskeepers was accused of abusing some of the ankle biters. For retribution, he came back and slit all their throats. That'll show those little bastards!
The doc has suckered his pals into coming out for the weekend to renovate the house. Beforehand, a delivery boy drops off a couple of bags of food. After he leaves, the doc gets upset that he forgot to bring him a liver to cook for dinner. Our killer pops up with a knife, slicing into him, extracting his heart and putting it into the mixing bowl for supper time later that night. He then disappears, with a chuckle and cackle that's a cross between Scooby Doo and the Wicked Witch of the West.
Our group of kids, all of which are either doctors or in med school, get to the casa to help their dear (unknowingly dead) friend get the house cleaned and situated before he and his soon to be wife move in. To kick things off proper, they go all Dance Party USA, complete with extreme close-up ass shots!
The group itself is composed of your standard horror fodder: the hot headed horny jock-type, his sensitive buddy who's been recently dumped (played by Steven Baio, yeah that Steven Baio), their nerdy horror fan cohort, the slut who recently dumped the sensitive guy who's being hounded by the jock dude for some nookie, and a couple of kinky kids who just want to bang bedposts all weekend.
Before the bloodbath gets going full force, our nerdy guy has taken over the dinner making duties and is first confused when he doesn't find a liver that needs to be cooked (nevermind the fact that they still haven't heard or seen from their good friend). Instead, he doesn't hesitate for a minute when he finds the heart 'waiting' to be cooked. He fries and filets it, serving up the dish on a nice silver platter. An awkard scene ensues as the diners all dig into their friend's veiny muscle o' ventrical pumps.
After dinner concludes, the bloodbath begins as our masked cackling killer starts in, one by one, on each house guest. Completely oblivious, (all save for the overly paranoid kooky and nerdy horror fan) the friends go about their business. And when I say business, I mean trying to get into the knickers of the lady folk in the casa. Just feast your eyes on this amazing exchange:
Mark: Tina, you're studying to become a nurse right? Haven't you heard of some guys getting blue balls?
Tina: I thought that was just a myth?
Mark: I wish it was but it's not. Here, let me show you.
He takes her hand and guides it downstairs
Tina: I guess it is true!
I wish I could help you Mark but I can't.
They later head into the bedroom and start making out. Mark tries one last ditch effort to get into her knickers:
Tina: Wait, stop!
Mark: It's OK, I got a vasectomy when I was 17. You can't get pregnant!
Wow, Mark. Just WOW.
So the killer continues on with his mad spree, offing Mark, Tina and then poor Steven Baio in the gnarliest way: tying him up and placing his head in a running microwave.
A showdown then ensues between our not-so-final girl (more by default than by actual smarts) and our nerdy horror fan who's figured out how to survive it all. And who's the killer you ask? Dun dun dun, the mother of the groundskeeper who also happens to be the wife of the real estate agent!
It's difficult to encapsulate all of the ridiculousness that this film has to offer. There are plenty of other scenes of pure insanity for your viewing (dis)pleasure. But as you can see, Evil Laugh ranks high on Cortez's cheese-dick-o-meter and it's an instant classic. It also stands as further proof that every horror filmmaker in the 80's was snorting coke.
Cortez the Killer