I agree with Joe Bob Briggs that while there are literally THOUSANDS of these things actully finished, much less were actully released in some way, it's still incredible that money was raised on a premise like BLOOD REAPER (I defy you to remember that title) and put out for those to see (currently, as of this writing, at midnight in some movie houses here - rented by the producers). About the most cliche of stalker notions (camp, teenagers, woods, killer who is "unknown", those wandering out muttering "Hey - anybody there", you know the drill, a surrated knife actully lovingly rendered on the one-sheet, and a "Featuring Brinke Stevens" who is hardly in the film for bait to suckers willing to part with money to buy a ticket or DVD)are on hand for not-a-short-enough 90 minutes to appeal to absolutely nobody, for it is done sans humor, tension,or even a weird take on something-or-other for some spice. Just a dreadful movie-going experience; doubly depressing for those whose films are lingering in local film fests and bad distributors. It DOES show, however, that even in Hollywood, empty halls are there to rent, and who knows? You might make a buck or two towards your NEXT epic. A thought.
