“Blood Night: The Legend of Mary Hatchet” is an independant horror film written and directed by Frank Sabatella and stars two of my favorite genre actors, Danielle Harris and Bill Moseley. Here’s a quick little synopsis: a group of “teens” celebrating the anniversary of the death of local axe murderer, Mary Hatchet, suddenly finds themselves face to face with this very real urban legend.
Me and Danielle Harris
Me and Bill Moseley
The movie starts with a young creepy Mary brushing her hair, and just from the look on her face you know some serious shit is about to go down…and it does. Mary’s mom comes back into her room after hearing glass breaking to find the room tossed and blood everywhere. It’s at this point I start saying to myself, “Who the hell did she kill already?” I mean there was a lot of blood, but before I could fully finish the thought Mary shows up and shoves scissors right through her mother’s eye. This opening scene was kind of gory and reaffirms the fact that kids are creepy, especially when they give themselves their own haircuts.
The movie adheres to the typical teen party cliches: drinking, half naked girls, and pre-marital sex. I find it funny that during the first sex scene I was completely taken out of the movie because I was too busy complaining to my wife about how poorly the girl was faking her orgasms, to the point that you can clearly tell she is faking it (and of course she would be, it’s a movie) but she’s not even doing a good job. If it were real sex the guy would have told her to be quiet or he would have just quickly finished and then left the room. Thankfully the scene didn’t last that long.
During the second sex scene, Maryam Basir is giving Michael Wartella’s character, Gibbz (who isn’t even in the IMDB credits for the movie), a blowjob and it sounds like someone is chugging a gallon of milk; it was just another one of those little things that threw me off and took me out of the movie. At least the face he was making during what I am assuming was his first blowie were hysterical. When watching the outtakes he even asked if he should make a face when the “insertion” would occur. Michael Wartella was always good for a few lolz and always when they were needed.
The special effects were pretty good to an extent. Gore was very prevalent in this film and you would expect nothing less in a film of this genre, although once I realized the murderer was committing the murders because of traumatic periods, the blood explosions took on a whole new light. The wife and I started calling the impossibly large amounts of blood splatter shots “Period Cannon Shots.”
Honestly, it wasn’t a bad film. It was pretty entertaining, although it isn’t something to own but more than worth the rental fee.