Eye eye, what we got ere then?
There's a running eyeball motif throughout this revamp/reimaging of Bob Clark's much revered culter of the same name (1974), after sitting through it you may, like me, feel like extracting your own eyeballs and playing ping-pong with them!
Bunch of pretty sorority girls get menaced and mangled by a deranged killer who has come home for Christmas...
This lacks everything that made Bob Clark's film so effective. The less is more approach has gone, thus there is very little suspense, and in place is a gigantic back story for the killer. The characterisation... read the rest.