The Story:

A group of teeny bopper counselors in charge of a weekend camping trip, goad Madman Marz into attacking by singing the song of the Madman around the campire. Yes, it’s as ridiculous a premise as it sounds. Marz shows up and begins dispatching counselors in the woods one by one.  Wait a minute…I’ve seen this film already about eight or nine times but with a different killer wearing a hockey mask.

Characters:

The counselors are cardboard cut out personalities that routinely engage in usual teen activities. Those activities being drinking, smoking & pumpin’. Madman Marz doesn’t have much personality, while Jason has a very distinct gait and channels a lot of emotion though his body language alone, Marz does not.  He lumbers around, hides in trees and likes to claw himself some teenage face.

Gore/Special Effects:

Faces are clawed, scraped, scratched, chopped and maimed. Madman Marz has been living in the damn woods so long, he takes no pride in his kills.  His kills are boring, boring, boring.  Use your environment, and give me some variety damn you!

Lasting Appeal:

If Madman was a gem back in the 80’s, it’s aged like a piece of cheese.  This bitch is old, moldy and should be thrown away immediately. Yep, it stinks.

Final Head Count:

Madman Marz, thank you for wasting 90 minutes of my time.  You took me 4 viewings to see your credits, and there was no payoff.  I hate you Madman, you damn dirty ape.