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Plot-wise, let me put it this way — there’s very little you can’t guess just from hearing the words “monsters,” “kids,” and “amulet.” Basically, an ancient McGuffin with the power to either grant immortality to evil creatures or banish them to limbo (handy) is traced by Dracula to a decaying mansion in Anytown, USA. Gathering together the collected forces of darkness — played in tonight’s performance by the Universal movie monsters, let’s give them a big hand — the good Count prepares to rock the casbah, but has reckoned without the discovery of his old enemy Abraham van Helsing’s diary by local monster-obsessed schoolkids. Piecing together the mystery, the Scooby gang now must race against time to recover the amulet and perform some hasty hocus pocus before Drac ‘n the boys can put the permanent monster mash on the world. And since it’s an 80’s movie, there’s probably a montage and some hideous clothing in there somewhere too. Okay, so let’s not dance around the issue — there’s very little that’s particularly original about the film. It’s The Goonies meets Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, but with lower production values. That said, I totally couldn’t care less… this is a movie that wears its cult status proudly, from a low budget to cheesy, overdone cliches. And in fact, a big part of the Squad’s appeal stems from exactly that element — while most films have stereotypes up the wazoo and just hope you won’t notice, this one alternately defies those stereotypes and owns them. Every 80’s movie you’ve ever seen with a plucky group of youngsters includes the fat kid, but how many actually name him “Fat Kid”? Likewise, they all feature the slutty older sister of one of the main characters, but how many have her non-virgin status be an important plot point? Or don’t even bother giving her a name, even in the credits? But on the other hand, we also get the sunglasses-and-leather-jacket-wearing cool kid who smokes but has a heart of gold, and what’s his name? Slash? Jason? Max Power? Nope… Rudy. Rudy, who rides a BMX instead of a motorcycle. Truthfully, I have no idea how much of this is tongue-in-cheek and how much was intended to be taken seriously, I just know it’s freakin’ hilarious. The other thing to love about Squad is that it’s very much a relic of a bygone era — this film could absolutely never be made today. A kids’ movie that’s genuinely scary and a bit gory in places, plus has healthy doses of profanity, smoking, and bad role models? Well that’s just not very PC now, is it? These days, Fat Kid would have to be renamed “Horizontally-Challenged, Chronologically-Impaired Individual.” Also, you think you could get away with having a kid wield a shotgun or chuck dynamite around in a modern-day movie? Yeah, good luck with that. And sure, you can argue that our parents’ blasé attitude toward what we watched back then has led to a generation of desensitized, emotionally stunted individuals with no understanding of concepts like basic human respect and peaceful coexistence, but shut up or I’ll kill you. Frankly, I'm actually kind of surprised at how well the movie holds up, all things considered. It's not Shakespeare, but the adult actors all play their parts straight rather than phoning it in and seem to be enjoying themselves. In particular, the guy playing Dracula (Duncan Regehr) is quite good, for my money way better than certain other interpretations of the character (*coughVanHelsingcough*)… sure, he’s melodramatic as hell, but then, so was Dracula. And for the budget they were working with, the costumes and special effects are impressive — that’s a pretty convincing werewolf transformation. Yeah, the amulet reeks of plot device, no question; but even so, I'm impressed that even things I had assumed they'd just have glossed over — like how it got from Transylvania to America — are actually given a brief but straightforward explanation, contrary to my memories. There are things to quibble about with this movie, yes. (For instance, the Mummy and Gillman both come across as completely nonthreatening… you get the sense they walked in on Dracula planning this caper and he had to invite them.) There are some truly dreadful lines mixed in with the good ones (“band-aid breath”?), and there are elements that will appeal to aging Children of the 80’s but few others, like the fashions and lingo. These things are all true. I don’t care, and if you’re any kind of a cult movie fan, you probably won’t either. The final word is that The Monster Squad really nails that Evil Dead 2-esque combination of horror and comedy, something that’s no easy task in itself, but also serves it up in a more kid-friendly package that’s reminiscent of every 80’s movie you can remember. I strongly advise you to take whatever steps are necessary to watch it, if for no other reason than to see the Wolfman learn what the capital of Thailand is. Man, I just hope he didn’t want puppies someday…
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Sadly, Brent Chalem (Horace) passed away from pneumonia in 1997. Rest in peace, Fat Kid. Groovy Quotes
Sean: Look, Wolfman doesn't go to work, he's not like a guy!
Phoebe: Mom says you have to let me in the club or else it's prescription!
Fat Kid: Scary German Guy's bitchin'! Dracula [to human werewolf]: Well, I'll ah, go have a bite while you change into something more... comfortable. Eugene: Creature stole my twinkie! Rudy: Look, what your brother is so delicately attempting to inquire, and let me add my own personal curiosity, is the degree to which you may have, or have not, at some point in time... been dorked.
Sean: Kick him in the nards! Kick him in the nards!
Patrick: We just went through some major [crap], where’s limbo?!
E.J.: Hey, Fat Kid - good job!
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