The last time I saw this was a quarter century ago and all I remembered was disliking some of the color grading. Decided on a rewatch because I'm stoned and didn't want to think real hard.
I think credit is due to the production designers and cinematographer for elevating this movie from abysmal to watchable. The writing is god awful, and it's not because of the hastily grafted script; it's because Derrickson is a legitimately bad writer. Credit to Scheffer though, who is absolutely taking his role seriously despite the material.