Obviously, Italian director Ruggero Deodato was trying to get a piece of that successful "Friday The 13th" cake with this film. Let me mention right away that this movie indeed is worth seeing for the pretty gory deaths and the (lots of) female (and even male) nudity featured in it. Other than that, there is no reason to watch it. A bunch of stupid teenage characters with absolutely no background gets slaughtered in the woods. The legend goes that an old Indian Shamhain roams the woods. Naturally, it's a dude in a wrinkly mask. When you learn who the killer is near the end, and especially why he turned onto a killing spree (oooh, it's trauma-time once again!), I guarantee you will laugh. Charles Napier has absolutely nothing to do in this flick, except shagging Mimsy Farmer, who's on her terms cheating on David Hess, who himself is so obsessed over that Shamhain figure that I wondered why he didn't try to make love to it. When all is over and done with, the movie presents you its final freeze-frame shock-moment. That one made my day! An 80's slasher without that final frozen shock-shot simply isn't a true 80's slasher. Deodato at least learned that lesson.
Review of Body Count
