Intruder (1989)

Anyone who has ever worked as a checkout operator in a supermarket will tell you that it is one of the strangest jobs out there. Everyone needs to buy groceries, beer, cigarettes; and you can meet any sort of person from crabby old ladies to men that carry their change in their mouth, sucking it like toffee, and then expect you to take it from them ( I really wish I was not talking from personal experience).

From one customer to the next, you never know whether you are going to be praised, ignored, or attacked, and they are just the run of the mill, every day, types. For some people you are their only point of contact throughout their whole day, and you can become an important part of their life without even knowing it, purely by being polite and friendly.

I was one of those lucky workers once, and most of them deserve a lot more respect than people tend to give them, for some of the things they have to put up with, for a minimum wage. During the five years I worked as a cashier, I was verbally abused, sexually assaulted, had everything from cans of beans to bottles of wine thrown at me, and had creepy regulars try to follow me home from work.

There’s a reason why most of those folk look like they want to kill their customers, and it’s mostly because they do.
Or maybe I’m just projecting again …

Intruder is set in the sort of small supermarket we’ve all been in, where our heroine (and I’m using this term loosely) Jennifer, and a group of workers are each finding a way to get themselves through a long night shift. Unfortunately, Jennifer’s psychotic ex, fresh out of the big house with bars on the windows, decides to break in and starts getting all domestic violency, as a way of trying to win her back.

Excellent plan, Braniac.

Scott Spiegel’s supermarket shriek is your standard stalk and slash fare of the era, albeit definitely one of the better ones. Though sadly, it came in much too late in the day to enjoy the success of gore fests like Friday the 13th and Slumber Party Massacre. Cheesy, fun, extremely predictable, yet surprisingly stylish for such a low budget film, with some interesting camera angles and deaths that are nothing to write home about but are entertaining, and certainly laughable enough. The acting is average for the time and the budget, so don’t expect much, but with appearances from both Sam and Ted Raimi, and a cameo from cult favourite Bruce Campbell, fans will get a kick out of watching it because of its flaws, not in spite of them. That, after all is the horror way.

Don’t expect much, and you’ll always be pleasantly surprised!

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2 Responses to Intruder (1989)

  1. dochappy says:

    Just watched this movie earlier in the week and i loved every bit of it. Great review!

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