Stage Fright (2014)

This week has been a kicker, huh? Bombs dropped, both metaphorical and physical, world leaders engaging in a pissing contest that soaks everyone’s walls but their own, and informed, sensible, and dare I say normal, human beings are  trying to live their lives under the constant threat of a third world war. 

When the whole world is going to hell in a reusable shopping tote, you have to look at the positives; there is still chocolate and puppies, and stories about the American President paying for golden showers with Russian hookers … There is still distraction in laughing at the idea that a reality star is running a world power (I would have definitely preferred Snookie though, if I’m being completely honest), and he is still clinging to the idea that his hair is real.

So in the theme of distracting us from the fact we could all be vaporised tomorrow, I’m reviewing a comedy horror that is also a musical. With MEATLOAF. If that don’t put a smile on your faces, I fear there may just be no hope for you at all.

Camilla and Buddy are two teenagers orphaned when their mother (Minnie Driver) is brutally murdered on the night of a new musical’s debut, working for bed and board at a theatre camp that their mother’s former lover Uncle Meatloaf runs.

Desperate for money to keep afloat and gain recognition from the world he was once a part of, their pseudo Uncle decides to stage the very Opera that ended so tragically a decade ago.

Obviously tempting fate, Camilla is determined to play the role that her mother died for, facing  stiff competition from the precocious campers, someone is prepared to kill in an attempt to stop the production.

Stage Fright is the film that makes everything you ever wanted to happen to the kids in Glee, happen. There is blood, songs and plenty of tongue in cheek homages to the cult horror of my youth.

It’s silly, really laugh out loud funny, and though not especially original, it’s a stand out debut from Canadian director Jerome Sable. I can tell as a fan of the genre that Sable’s film is more of a love letter to the cult slashers of the eighties, with plenty of satisfying kills, and a grisly humour that really works.

Whatever your horror fetish, Stage Fright is light entertainment, bathed in blood, with some catchy little ditties thrown in for good measure. You may even crack a smile – I did.

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