Item Description

 In 1989 drector-writer Dennis Devine ( Dead Girls) spread out $10,000, obsessed over extreme close-ups, and had faith in way-too-loud sound effects. The resulting debut introduced a new cosmopolitan awareness. Art? Satan? Teaser? I want it all. Fatal Images is ingrained with the living room production values of "The Hackers", the violent spittle of "Spine", and the hysterical datedness of "Woodchipper Massacre. It's a triumphant funnel of SOV charm that learns from these peers and doesn't degrade. The film pounces upon its initial bashfulness, building to a confused crescendo that offers lots of irrational behavior, odd creeps, and luscious late 80s hilarity.
Serial killer Mr. Cosgrove is an aesthete. You see, "His murders are like works of art!", so we know his V-DELUX camera-which-takes-your-picture-and-then-you-die schtick is no put-on. Ten years after Cosgrove commits suicide via snapshot (whoa!), the camera appears in Lucky Eric's pawnshop aka someone's garage. Amy, a photographer who wages the dynamic battle of money vs. art, buys it. She takes photos of colorful people. They die, yet her prints seem to telegraph each death AFTER it happens. Ingenius. The plot thickens! Cosgrove's Satanic ghost. Arms ripped off. Jen, Amy's roommate and her curious pajama habits. Rick, an angelic nerd. Guts pulled out. A bikini model who says "pitcher" instead of "picture". Father Dana, purveyor of the splatter-paint dress shirt. Then, from out of nowhere, the band "Teaser" crushes the world's gonads with Rock music that weighs nearly three tons, yet floats by on a cat-screamed feather. A must for all shot on video horror enthusiasts and 80's slasher completists alike.

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