Eye For Film >> Movies >> Bloody Moon (1981) Film Review
“Miguel, don't look at me that way. I'm your sister. Go back to the dance.”
There, watching the others enjoying themselves and deciding he wouldn’t mind a piece of the action the deformed young man dons a Mickey Mouse mask to hide his features and decides to pose as one of the dancers’ boyfriends.
The ruse works, up to a point. But as Miguel comes on too strong, the girl realises something is up and pulls off his mask, her reaction one of predictable horror. In response, Miguel grabs a handy pair of scissors and proceeds to stab her to death.
The credits roll.
Five years later and his sister, Manuela, arrives to collect Miguel from the clinic where has been being treated for his homicidal tendencies. The doctor opines that Miguel is more or less cured, but also warns that the young man should not be subjected to any trauma, lest he relapse.
Indeed, there is a tense moment on the train as it seems Miguel has relapsed and killed a student, Angela, who is on the way to study at the language school that makes up part of the resort complex where Manuela is taking Miguel to recuperate. More important, however, is that Angela does not immediately recoil in fear or disgust at the sight of Miguel, thus establishing a potential beauty and the beast scenario.
Soon afterwards a wheelchair-using Countess, who owns the self-same complex, is murdered. Perhaps Manuela is the perpetrator, displeased that the old woman had disinherited her in favour of her brother, or maybe Miguel decided to hasten his acquisition of this inheritance. Or maybe it’s Alvaro, whose language school is in dire need of a cash injection...
Whoever it may be, the killer then starts to work his or her way through the school's students. Angela, by this point singled out as our point of identification, finds her friend Inga’s body with a knife through it, but the body vanishes before she can show it to anyone else.
Maybe Inga did just go off on a boat trip with Angelo, the resort’s resident lady killer. But, if so, why would Angela also hear a threatening message on her language tape before narrowly avoiding being crushed by a falling boulder?
Given the popularity of the slasher film in the early 1980s the question was less whether Franco would make one as what he would make of it.
On my first viewing of Bloody Moon, four or so years ago, my impression was not much: the film seemed to be one in which most of Franco’s idiosyncrasies were subordinated to delivering the generic goods in the form of suspense, shocks and splatter and sleaze.
On repeat viewings, however, it becomes clear that not only had Franco done his homework as the Halloween-style pre-credits incident attests to, in particular, but also sought to put his personal imprint on things, as with frankly ludicrous looking Mickey Mouse mask worn by Miguel – the kind of thing which an American director wouldn’t think of or wouldn’t have been able to get away with.
It’s also apparent in the way he references Mario Bava’s Bay Of Blood and Five Dolls For An August Moon – two previous films which had taken the Italian giallo thriller template and reworked it as delicious black comedy – through the figure of the Countess and the eventual re-appearance of Inga’s corpse in a wardrobe, suspended on a coat hanger and wrapped in clear plastic.
In this regard, it is notable that for every slasher trope there also seems to be a giallo one. One wonders, for instance, whether Miguel is the Michael Myers figure his forename would suggest, the unknowable monster whose overriding impulse is to kill, or a too-obvious red herring, more like Claudio Volonte's character in Bay Of Blood.
Likewise, if the film is replete with voyeuristic scenarios, these are shared out among the characters regardless of gender, as when some of the girls – many of whom are soon to die, admittedly – look in on another of their number as she feigns a sexual encounter.
Even more interesting in this regard, is the child who almost saves one of the girls from being decapitated by the circular saw from which the film presumably gains its German title. Though the scenario here relies heavily upon the idiot plot, with the girl consenting to being tied up on the board by the unidentified, black glove-wearing figure, and features some not entirely convincing make-up effects. Though, as ever with Franco, this sense of artifice could be intentional, in sharp contrast to the unfortunately all too real killing of a snake which appears to threaten Angela at another point – the tension generated and ensuing shock set piece is undeniably effective.
So, too, is the climax of the sequence, as the killer, having dealt with Angela, then unceremoniously runs over the child, as the eye-witness. Again, it’s the sort of thing that only a director like Franco would have the audacity to do. (Carpenter, of course, also had a child character unceremoniously killed in Assault On Precinct 13, eliciting shocked "I can't believe they did that" reactions.)
Stylistically, the film is less interesting. Though Franco’s characteristic zooms and peripatetic camerawork are there, both come across as devices motivated more by economy than formal experimentation, in sharp contrast to Five Dolls For An August Moon.Reviewed on: 30 Nov 2008