The Day After Halloween (1979) User Reviews

Good twists

[ethylester · 6/10 · 7 May 2004]

First of all, let me say that I bought this movie with the title on the box reading "The Night after Halloween". When the opening credits came on, it said, "The Day after Halloween". And when I was done with the movie, I realized that it spans over what seems to be a month and involves nothing about Halloween, October or anything remotely connected to the holiday. Why not just stick with the appropriate title "Snapshot"? whatever...

This film is probably not for people who are bored easily. If you like interesting characters and thinking about what is going on, then you will probably like this. It is not an average horror movie with dumb, horny teens, lots of gore and funny killings. More like a thriller that gets you thinking. But not too hard.

It is an Australian film about a naive and sheltered female hairdresser whose sassy, sexy and strong lady friend convinces to leave her hairdressing career to be a model. This wholesome young woman has just broken up with her boyfriend who drives an ice cream truck called "Mr. Whippy". He is devastated by the break up and stalks her all around the city in his ice cream truck. She does her first photo shoot on a whim for a cologne ad in a magazine topless on a freezing cold beach and suddenly becomes this hot model that everyone wants. She ends up running into some slimy, sleazy characters and because her personality is so immature, she jumps to hasty conclusions and gets pushed around a lot.

The ending has some neat twists that I won't spoil for you. The thing I liked about this movie was that the viewers learn about the boyfriend character mostly by listening to the girl talk about him to other people. When we actually see him, he never seems as bad as she makes him out to be. I like how the movie leads us through the main character's irrational ideas and we are meant to believe that she is thinking correctly.

There are some odd camera movements in this film that are kind of exciting. There is also a comedy "musician" who pops up in two night club scenes. He is really awful and laughable with all his makeup and dumb hijinks.

The soundtrack is interesting, too, because it has one song near the beginning that is actually singing about the main character, "Angela" and how she is not making the right decisions. But no other songs are about the movie. The beginning sequence seems to give away the ending when you watch it, but when the end actually comes, you realize you would have had no idea what actually happened without watching the whole movie.

All in all, not a movie for the easily bored or people who don't like doing character analysis. If you want a late night movie that won't freak you out but is thrilling and somewhat suspenseful, get this one. It is also quite original. 6/10

One Of The Most Enjoyably Cynical Movies Ever Made

[Steve_Nyland · 6/10 · 27 April 2010]

Now here is a strange beast, an Australian made thriller about life on the edge of the Melbourne art, fashion & entertainment industry that can only be described as "A Dingo Slacker Soap Opera From Hell". That the original North American distributors were so cynical themselves as to re-name the film from SNAPSHOT to THE NIGHT AFTER HALLOWEEN to trick North American viewers into watching is actually par for the course, since this is one of the most cynical movies I have ever enjoyed seeing.

But it sure ain't a slasher horror film even if its story does manage to sport at least two homicidal psychopaths, possibly even a third if you count the slaughterhouse worker who carved the head off a pig for one of the film's props. You will also note that I have enabled the Spoiler Warning disgronifier, mostly because every event in this film could amount to a spoiler if described. Every scene is significant to the point of literal overkill. By the end I was drained just trying to keep up with the rush of drama & crisis flung at the likable young woman at the heart of the story.

Who would be Angela, described in today's terms as a slacker reluctantly working at a hair salon, where she struck up a relationship with an actress who has taken a bit more than a shine to the girl. Played by Sigrid Thornton, Angela is a wholesome natural beauty unsure of herself after a lifetime of cruel negative reinforcement at the hands of her insufferably narcissist mother & creepy sociopathic younger sister. Her daffy but sincere actress friend introduces Angela to a photographer whose devotion to his craft is maniacal in a way that is actually right on the money without being cliché. He is the best character in a film overflowing with a wealth of potentially fascinating characters trapped in a very believable community; LOCAL HERO has nothing on this baby.

Including "Mr. Whippy" (Vince Gil, the Nightrider from MAD MAX), Angela's way unlikely former boyfriend, openly obsessed with her to the unhealthiest degree, half-comically stalking her around the backstreets of Melbourne in his Mr. Whippy ice cream truck, kindly given its own menacing musical theme by Australian composer Brian May (THE ROAD WARRIOR). Mr. Whippy's ice cream truck's canned jingle is "Greensleeves", not the happiest song ever, though nobody in the film is happy. In fact they are all insane. Singling Mr. Whippy out for his madness misses the point that EVERYBODY in this movie is crazy, warped, twisted, psychotic, deranged, manipulative, egotistical, or at least living some sort of unwholesome lie. All except Angela, of course, unsullied in her drab existence before coming in contact with this cast of lunatics.

Angela agrees to participate in an advertisement shoot for a cologne that requires her to frolic topless in the freezing ocean, bringing her to the attention of industry bigwigs who see an opportunity to use her freshness to sell garbage people don't really need. It also brings her to the attention of a truly frightening psycho who goes so far as to paper a secret room with her picture. Floor, ceilings, walls, everywhere. His primary ambition is to lure her to the room, have her pose topless for his own camera, then murder her. Imagine Angela's surprise!

That would have been enough for any other thriller, but this one goes overboard wedging in all too cleverly written scenes that bombard the viewer with eccentric behavior, menacing undertones, twisted manipulations, bizarre unexpected developments galore, and an ending that unravels rather than is arrived at by conventional means. In many ways SNAPSHOT anticipated two more contemporary films that re-defined the urban thriller by telling their stories unconventionally: David Lynch's MULLHOLLAND DRIVE, and Christopher Nolan's MEMENTO.

In fact I was sort of thinking that because actress Naomi Watts is herself Australian that there as a tenuous connection between the films. If one interprets MULLHOLLAND DRIVE as depicting a psychotic vision concocted by Watts' character, SNAPSHOT could be a model of how a character like hers was driven insane trying to earn their big break, which is how SNAPSHOT ends up. The dead bodies are just a part of how that happens, but by then she could care less. Angela is driven to madness by the madness unraveling around her and decides to go with it, shuttling off to her big legit modeling break with her sanity shattered as the fire rescue squads clean up the bodies of the people killed in the hysteria inducing final moments.

Fanciful but hey, the movie made me think. Which is all but impossible given the amount of material that Chris & Everett de Roche (RAZORBACK) packed into their script for director Simon (FREE WILLY) Wincer's breathlessly hyperventilated camera to record. I'm not sure if it turned out to be the film it should have been, with musical interludes including a visit to a nightclub to see a bizarre Elvis impersonator's act that is itself a study in psychotic obsession. And has also surely proved problematic in securing North American home video distribution rights for a proper DVD restoration (the one circulating is a commercialized bootleg of an Australian DVD release incorrectly framed at 1:85:1), which the film is in need of to be properly evaluated.

Until then it's sadly going to remain an enigmatic curiosity. The film aspires to really be "something" and I'm not entirely sure if it was successful in doing so. A bit less might have amounted to more, though the film was hardly boring, is fast paced, has some subtly hilarious touches, a great Unlooked-For Hero at the climax (two, come to think of it), several twists & turns that were nifty to ride along with, and yes, Sigrid Thornton is a total hottie. I hope she got whatever therapy might have been needed after making this.

6/10

quirky & interesting non-horror flick

[siamangos · 6/10 · 14 May 2011]

I agree with the posters who liked Snap Shot, and I appreciate some of the things they pointed out. In fact, it might deserve more than six stars, but I'd have to see it again sometime and decide more if comparisons to some of the depth of Mulholland Dr. hold water.

I chanced upon it on TCM cable channel, not knowing anything much in advance. It's not a horror or slasher flick, and it's neither terrifying (well, maybe the little sister...) nor exactly campy/fun. And bad pan-and-scan movement got distracting toward the end of the movie. That seemed strange because the image didn't fill the TV screen anyway, yet clearly there was still a bunch of frame missing.

Call it a bracing slice-of-(weird)-life coming-of-age melodrama with horror aspects. Don't expect a great film and don't expect an exciting film, but you'll find an interesting film with truly odd characters and touches and a sort of jauntily grim look at one young woman's options.

A reviewer mentioned that Thornton, the actress playing the central character, is like a cross between Elizabeth McGovern and Jennifer Jason Leigh. I didn't consciously notice that while watching, but seeing it pointed out, it's quite right. And JJL is one of my favorite actresses.

Decent Character Study

[Michael_Elliott · 31 October 2017]

Snapshot (1979)

** (out of 4)

Angela (Sigrid Thornton) is a rather timid 19-year-old who lives in fear of her mother. Her model friend talks her into taking a job where she will be shot by a famous photographer. The job requires nudity, which Angela is talked into but soon afterwards her mother kicks her out of the house. Angela soon finds herself living with friends and all is going well until she begins getting stalked.

This Ozploitation movie also goes under the titles ONE MORE MINUTE, THE DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN and THE NIGHT AFTER HALLOWEEN. The "Halloween" titles were an obvious attempt to try and cash in on John Carpenter's HALLOWEEN and it's those titles that probably gave this film its cult following. With that said, you're best to just forget all about that because this film isn't a slasher and it barely contains any horror elements.

So, what is SNAPSHOT? Well, it's basically a drama and a sometimes dark one at that. The film is really a character study of this young lady as we see her go from this weak child to somewhat of a stronger adult. She makes a few bad mistakes, finds herself on her own and she must fight to get everything back and oh yeah, there's the stalker aspect that turns up around the hour mark. Is this a good movie? I would say no but there are at least some interesting things that make it worth watching.

For starters, the performance by Thornton is one that I really enjoyed and for the most part I thought the supporting players were good as well. The film does a nice job with this woman's story but the director just never brings any real drama or tension to the film. You're basically mildly entertained by what you're watching but at the same time you're not really connected to any of it. The stalker stuff pretty much comes out of nowhere and it really doesn't pay off as one would hope.

SNAPSHOT is an interesting film and a mildly entertaining one but that's pretty much as far as the praise will go.

NOT to be confused with a typical slasher knock-off!

[Coventry · 4/10 · 4 July 2009]

Quite recently I watched a marvelous documentary on Australian exploitation cinema entitled "Not Quite Hollywood: the True, Untold Story of Ozploitation" – which I highly recommend to anyone – and it really stimulated me to track down a lot of titles I've never even heard about before. "Snapshot" is one of them; a peculiar psycho-thriller/melodrama hybrid that coincidentally came out shortly after the huge box office success of "Halloween" and thus had to be re-titled "The Day After Halloween" in order to make extra money and cash in on the success of John Carpenter's classic. Obviously this movie has absolutely nothing to do with Halloween, Michael Myers or Haddonfield and hopefully not too many people will be beguiled by this cheap marketing scam. I'm not even too sure "Snapshot" fully qualifies as horror, since the film barely features any genuine moments of fright. Despite the still relatively low number of independent cult movies produced in Australia around that time, "Snapshot" is an adequate and professional accomplishment with proper production values, respectable performances and ambitious story contents. Heck, the film is so ambitious that the drama overrules and the thriller elements never really even come through. "Snapshot" is much more of a satiric portrait of the sleazy and dishonest advertising/modeling industry than it is a nail-biting suspense thriller. Director Simon Wincer ("Harlequin", "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man") seemingly never ceases to enlarge the melodramatic universe surrounding the main character Angela, but actually there's very few action. 19-year-old Angela is lurid into shooting a topless modeling ad by an eloquent and she promptly gets offered a job as the face of a perfume brand. Angela is very enthusiast and moves in with her photographer, especially since she's tired of her domineering mother and dead-end job at the hair dresser salon. She rapidly adapts to her new classy life and doesn't even have to bother anymore about her stalking ex-boyfriend and his (not-so) inconspicuous ice cream van. However, she learns this is predominantly a rotten world full of greed, betrayal, false promises, sexual harassment, blackmail and danger. As said, "Snapshot" is a plain straightforward coming-of-age drama falsely advertised as a genuine horror movie. There are two noteworthy sequences near the very end, but they hardly seem worth waiting for. This could be an interesting and compelling viewing experience, but then you better know beforehand to expect a serious-toned film instead of a brainless slasher imitation.

Interesting and okay spoof comedy-thriller type that shows the highs and lows of the model world.

[blanbrn · 7/10 · 22 May 2011]

"Snapshot" is one of those odd and different kind of films that show a side of the world that is uncommon, and within this film that is the world of a young fashion model. During this showcase of a different world the film blends well as a comedy and drama spoof. This is the type of movie you view late night on TCM's underground in which I did. Anyway overall for a late 70's independent low budget film it wasn't bad as it entertained.

Set in an international country I believe Australia it involves Angie a young girl who's unhappy she works as a local hairdresser. Yet upon meeting a fashion model Angie is convinced she will give the fashion world a try. And against her mother's wishes she moves out and gets ready to travel the world. Soon Angie sees snapshots of sunny sand beaches, all night dance parties, topless shots and also plenty of alcohol and drugs.

Also the downside of the job is the struggle with weight and depression most alarming is the many perverts and creeps she will encounter. As the mystery and suspense arrives in this film when a strange and mysterious stalker arrives. Overall pretty good B film to watch one late night to pass the time, a pretty good take on the highs and lows of the fashion model world.

Tedious, trite cautionary tale for wannabe models with belated horror elements

[Groverdox · 4/10 · 3 April 2016]

"Snapshot" is like one of those pretend-cautionary tales churned out in England in the '70s about the dangers of whatever flashy lifestyle teens have probably heard about on the news. See "Groupie Girl", "Cool it Carol", and a bunch of other things directed by the likes of Pete Walker for some examples.

The hilarious thing about these movies was that they were always at least as exploitative as the practices and individuals they were supposed to be condemning.

"Snapshot" continues this fine trend in international cinema. There was no reason to make it except to show a very young Sigrid Thornton topless, and there is no reason to watch it except to see a very young Sigrid Thornton topless.

The movie is some nonsense about a struggling hair dresser who is thrown out of home by her bitchy mother but is then offered big money to be a model. She does one topless photo shoot, is promised many more, but the phone stops ringing unless she submits to the sleazy wiles of another photographer and finally her lesbian-in-disguise best friend.

With twenty minutes to spare, the movie remembers it is supposed to be a horror flick, perhaps because it doesn't know how else to resolve the dilemma it poses for the heroine other than killing off a bunch of the characters.

All the finger wagging, this is what happens when you dare to dream big stuff is so tedious and trite you will just be waiting for it to be over. The sleazy photographer guy invites Thornton over to his house for a nice dinner - just the two of them. But wait, he wants to take photos, and he wants her to take off her clothes! There is at least one good piece of advice in there for any model wannabes: if a photographer tells you to take off your clothes but is so desperate to sound classy that he asks you in French, you're really in trouble.

The horror stuff at the end also sucks. There is no attempt at scares or suspense or tension. It's just a boring forced ending, though you can't help but smile at someone getting run over by their own Mr Whippy van.

We All Scream for Ice Cream

[Nodriesrespect · 7/10 · 28 December 2014]

Australian cinema has always been somewhat schizophrenic. On one hand, you have your lofty art-house efforts made by the likes of Peter Weir or Peter Noyce, though both of these pillars of pictorial culture have been known to let their hair down on occasion. Thankfully, these are balanced out by a heaping helping of what has now affectionately become known as "Ozploitation" : kinda like the Down Under version of quintessential drive-in fodder. Likewise, they mostly thrived throughout the '70s and '80s and were given a lucrative second life in the early days of VHS. These were the flicks that put bums in seats domestically, frequently featuring enough sex 'n violence to satiate the Saturday night crowd.

Producer Antony Ginnane proved a key figure in the history of them Aussie "aberrations", cheerfully bankrolling Richard Franklin's sexploitation classic FANTASM (and its inevitable sequel FANTASM COMES AGAIN!) as well as both versions - 1982 original and 2014 remake - of British Brian Trenchard-Smith's notorious survival slasher TURKEY SHOOT. Clearly, this is a guy who can coax otherwise respectable filmmakers out of their comfort zone. Case in point being dependable dullard Simon Wincer who went on to fail-safe family features like D.A.R.Y.L., the Disney-funded OPERATION DUMBO DROP and the phenomenally successful FREE WILLY. With a background in domestic cathode ray crime drama like HOMICIDE and CHOPPER SQUAD, Wincer was seriously prepared to "slum" it when Ginnane gave him the opportunity to leap from to small to big screen which resulted in a pair of practically impossible to pigeonhole genre flicks : the quirky fantasy HARLEQUIN (1980) and its predecessor SNAPSHOT.

Posing as a routine slice 'n dicer (its US release title was THE DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN!), this is actually anything but. Apart from an unsettling opening scene, telegraphing its conclusion with the remnants of an as of yet unidentified charred corpse and a female crime scene interloper hysterically calling out for "Angie", it takes more than half the film's running time before anything overtly horrible takes place. What viewers get instead is a surprisingly engrossing character-based drama about a naive young innocent (Sigrid Thornton's tellingly named Angela) in the big bad city, in this case Melbourne. A former child actress, Thornton would proceed to become one of the Continent's most revered thespians, this particular oddity a singular "blot" on an otherwise spotless state of service. If she realized this was time spent in the "gutter", her effortlessly engaging performance certainly doesn't bear any traces thereof.

A timid little hairdresser at the salon of domineering Mr. Plunkett (Jon Sidney, who played General MacArthur in Philippe Mora's DEATH OF A SOLDIER), Angela makes an immediate life-changing decision at the behest of worldly model Madeline (exceptionally well-portrayed by Greek-born Chantal Contouri who hit a career high in '79 with this and Rod Hardy's oddball vampire flick THIRST) to "give it all up" in pursuit of a modeling career with "outré" fashion photographer Linsey (Hugh Keays-Byrne, yep, MAD MAX's indelible Toecutter himself). Finding her suitcase packed and the locks changed by her overbearing mother (respected UK actress Julia Blake who has but one, albeit absolutely unforgettable scene) in the wake of a nude photo spread, Angie moves into Linsey's studio where several hapless "professionals" seem to pass through on their way up or down the social ladder.

Notwithstanding her apparently harmless shutterbug, men in general seem to spell bad news for the up 'n coming cover cutie. There's older ex-boyfriend Daryl (creepy Vincent Gil, another MAD MAX alumnus) who stalks her all across town in his Mr. Whippy ice cream van (a curiously effective choice of vehicle) and even Madeline's film producer husband (the late veteran character actor Robert Bruning) can barely keep his hands off once his wife's back is turned. Meanwhile, she's receiving strange threats and someone may indeed want her dead but who ? Bearing in mind the movie's unsettling start, you just know there will be tears before bedtime.

Fairly unpredictable screenplay by Everett De Roche, who wrote the cult favorites ROAD GAMES (Franklin, 1981) and RAZORBACK (Russell Mulcahy, 1984), keeps the audience guessing by cleverly turning clichés upside down. This doesn't always hit the bullseye (a final twist prefiguring Gordon Willis' notorious WINDOWS leaves a bad aftertaste) but at least blocks out boredom setting in. Composer Brian May, whose ivory-tinkling score sounds like a cross between '70s TV show cues and Golden Age porno music (awesome, if you're like me, or awful, if you're not), is NOT the guy from Queen but one of Australia's busiest soundtrack suppliers of the period, adding atmosphere to the MAD MAX movies (again!) and assorted genre treats such as David Hemmings' THE SURVIVOR and Manny Cotto's DR. GIGGLES. Two pathetic pop songs by the band "Sherbet" (cool name...NOT!) are just icing on the cake. The boobs 'n blood quotient is rather mild but fans will be pleased to know that Thornton bares 'em without shame. This is one flick that knows its target audience better than they know themselves and treats it with more respect than you'd expect from exploitation entrepreneurs.

A Big Snore

[criticman2000 · 4/10 · 3 June 2007]

If you're Australian and this flick means something to you, i.e. you and the future love of your life enjoyed it together on a first date, forgive what I'm about to say. "Snapshot" is a huge snore. It should have been better, Simon Wincer is a director of talent and taste and Anthony Giname is an excellent producer. But the script was obviously written by a moron. Besides scenes like the usually wonderful Chantal Contouri explaining her lesbianism to the main character by telling her, "I bang a different gong", which you can at least laugh about, it has a totally confusing and ridiculous ending, preceded by about 90 minutes of snoozy dialog and cartoon cutout antagonists, none of which have anything to do with reality. Even the beautiful Sigrid Thornton being topless can't save it. She plays Angela, a hairdresser-cum-model who, the opening would have us believe, has been incinerated by someone. The remainder is a flashback. If the pacing and script don't reveal, after about 10 minutes, that she's not truly a corpse after all, then you may be able to actually get into this. I could not. It's a mess of 70's clichés, which, since it came out in 1981 (although it might have been on the shelf for a while), you've got to believe were stale, even then. The ending is a disagreeable mess. The person you were supposed to believe is a stalker, is not. The killer isn't the stalker either (or maybe he's a different stalker entirely). Contouri and Thornton happily wind up driving down the street in the ice cream truck owned by the stalker's (who isn't the stalker) ice cream truck, after running him over. Confused? Welcome to the club. At any rate, it's all wearing, inconsequential and ultimately anti-climactic. No scares, no thrills at all.

Stylish Oz thriller

[Chase_Witherspoon · 7/10 · 10 June 2023]

Naive teenage hairdresser (Thornton) is persuaded to try her hand at modelling, and quickly becomes beguiled by the prospect of status and a tantalising financial freedom on offer. It's not long however until the grim realities of a fickle and sordid industry begin to turn her dreams into nightmares.

In her first major film role, Thornton demonstrates acting chops beyond her years, exuding youthful confidence befitting the somewhat feisty, yet insecure debutante 'Angela' taking tentative steps into a creative but rugged world for which she's dangerously unprepared. Wincer similarly in his debut picture effortlessly merges art-house with urban horror, ratcheting up the tension as the glamour is gradually eroded and the sleazy, underbelly exposed. It's hard not to have sympathy for Thornton's tearful innocence, a mere child amid society's moral fringe, entrapped and then harassed by misfits, misogynists - even her own mother (Blake, who is excellent) - each seeking to exploit her for their own devious gain.

Quirky characters, sharp dialogue, colourful interiors and nostalgic exteriors captured with creative cinematography and balanced by a moody post-production soundtrack which includes a pair of Sherbet hits (and A Fifth of Beethoven for good disco measure), 'Snapshot' is a textured artwork, much more than a low-budget pot-boiler although it went largely unnoticed for years.

It's not without faults though; occasional plot weakness and cliches are apparent, whilst Keays-Byrne was sorely under-utilised in the third act, there are some missed opportunities to have made a minor Ozploitation masterpiece. Instead, it's a cult-favourite thriller, and an important milestone for both its star and director who enjoyed huge popularity in their respective careers in the 80s and 90s locally ('Man From Snowy River') and abroad ('Free Willy').

It Never Fully Committs

[deandraslater · 5/10 · 2 September 2019]

A young model is terrorized by a creeper in an ice cream truck (not kidding!) and a predatory lesbian. Why won't people just leave her alone?

The threat of violence looms over most of Snapshot, but it never really delivers until the end and, by that point, we've all been bored to death. But hey, it does come with a cool theme song called "Angela, Have You Gone Too Far This Time?" No, she didn't go far enough.

Snapshot is a little slow and patience testing at times, but it's better than its bad reputation would lead you to believe. If you're expecting a slasher (as the American title "The Day After Halloween" would suggest), you'll probably hate it, but the acting is pretty good, it's well shot, and the music score is pleasant. Unfortunately, it does lack scares or thrills, which makes one wonder why make a horror film without any genuine horror?

Neat and offbeat little thriller

[Woodyanders · 8/10 · 31 July 2012]

Naive, sweet, and innocent 19-year-old hairdresser Angela (a sound and appealing performance by fetching brunette Sigrid Thornton) gets tossed out of her uptight mother's house and falls in with the eccentric modeling crowd. Angela does some modeling and soon finds herself being stalked by a mysterious psycho who drives an ice-cream truck. Director Simon Wincer, working from a quirky and intriguing script by Chris and Everett De Roche, relates the compelling story at a steady pace, offers an interesting glimpse at the glamorous, but decadent and exploitative high fashion world, populates the picture with an enjoyable wealth of colorfully flaky characters, builds a good deal of tension, grounds the plot in a totally plausible everyday reality, and further spices things up with several cool touches of amusing oddball humor. Moreover, the capable acting from the professional cast holds the picture together: The stunning Chantal Contouri delivers a sharp and winning portrayal of Angela's poised, worldly, and supportive mentor Madeline, Hugh Keys-Bryne almost steals the whole show with his lively and merry turn as amiable kook photographer Linsey, Robert Bruning positively oozes as smarmy creep Elmer, and Vincent Gil projects an appropriately unnerving vibe as Angela's obsessive ex-boyfriend Daryl. The true identity of Angela's main stalker is a genuine surprise. Vincent Morton's handsome widescreen cinematography gives the movie an impressive glossy look and makes nifty occasional use of freeze frames. Brian May supplies an alternately funky and classy varied score. Worth a watch.

Definitely not a horror film, although it has its horrific moments.

[Hey_Sweden · 6/10 · 13 August 2013]

It's easy to imagine rabid horror fans being sorely disappointed with the Australian production "Snapshot", a.k.a. "The Day After Halloween". The advertising and the alternate title might lead people to think they're about to watch an Ozploitation slasher, but such is not the case. This is really more of a drama with mystery elements, as it follows a naive and immature young lady, Angela (Sigrid Thornton of the "Man from Snowy River" series), who works as a hairdresser. She's recruited by customer Madeline (Chantal Contouri) into the modelling business where she immediately has some success posing topless for an ad. The story, co- written by talented Everett De Roche ("Roadgames", "Razorback", "Patrick"), follows Angela as she meets a variety of characters, including sleazy Elmer (Robert Bruning). Angela soon becomes disturbed by strange occurrences in her life. For example, just who the hell was it that put that pigs' head in her bed? Could it be her dullard ex-boyfriend Daryl (Vincent Gil), who drives a Mr. Whippy ice cream truck? Angela certainly seems to think so.

Admittedly, "Snapshot" (which is really the far more appropriate title for the film, as this does NOT have anything to do with the Halloween season) is not for those film fans who crave excitement and spectacle. It gets off to quite a good "start", which is bleak and atmospheric, and our curiosity is whetted: what kind of events led to the reveal here? From then on, things get fairly interesting and remain watchable as we watch Angela lose a little of that naivety. Never as exploitative as some people may want, it's slowly paced and talky but it does populate its tale with a number of entertaining characters and fine performances. Contouri, who went on to star for producer Antony I. Ginnane in the horror film "Thirst", is delightful as the worldly Madeline, and Thornton is convincing enough in the central role. Bruning plays a creep well, but what's going to make watching "Snapshot" irresistible for some of those in the audience is seeing two cast members from "Mad Max", Gil (who played the Nightrider), and Hugh Keays-Byrne (who played the Toecutter) in supporting roles. Keays-Byrne, playing the photographer Linsey, is quite amusing in a real scene stealing performance. Stylish widescreen photography by Vincent Monton and wonderful music by the always reliable composer Brian May also add to the enjoyment. There's a well done fire gag towards the end of the film.

Overall, this is good entertainment for those who want a twist laden and character driven tale.

Six out of 10.

Sigrid Thornton

[christopher-underwood · 5/10 · 15 December 2021]

I think that Simon Wincer's later film Harlequin (1980) was fine with Broderick Crawford, David Hemmings and Robert Powell all though with the film a rather TV like a moment or two. With this, Snapshot (1979) his first feature, was not as good. It has a little Ozploitation movie to it and the rather good Sigrid Thornton requiring nudity and much of screaming although this really looks like a TV film at all to it. There are so many a rather silly moments, where she is just too naive with people disappearing and others expecting sex (old men and girl) not to mention a ice-cream van and odd looking person, who used to be her boyfriend. It isn't terrible but just not very good.

potential cult film

[thomandybish · 10 January 2011]

This Aussie flick from the early 80s never found the audience it deserved. Marketed in the US to coat-tail on the success of the then-popular HALLOWEEN and other slasher flicks, SNAPSHOT(or THE NIGHT AFTER HALLOWEEN)is hardly in the same league. In fact, SNAPSHOT bears more of a resemblance to the sleazy, psycho-sexual exploitation flicks of guys like Harry Novak and Barry Mahon than John Carpenter and Wes Craven. The story, about a Melborne hairdresser who falls into the world of modeling with unexpected consequences, seems to parallel the set-up of many a grind house flick. Take a fresh young thing, put her in the unfamiliar environs of the big city, and watch while an assortment of predators, pimps, pervs, and pornographers have their way with her. What is almost never in question in those flicks is the innocence of the fresh young thing, or the corruption of those using her. SNAPSHOT takes that convention and twists it with no small amount of sadistic glee. The movie is rather slow-moving by today's standards, being essentially a grimy character study, but it leaves many tantalizing possibilities for the intelligent viewer. Nobody is what they seem, from the seemingly innocent Angela, to her weepy boyfriend Daryl, to Angela's too-cool-for-everything friend Madeline. Virtually everyone Angela encounters wants a piece of her sexually, commercially, psychologically. In fact, the only seemingly benign character she encounters, the kooky photographer Linsey, makes no demands on her whatsoever. He simply smooths out the sheets on a bed previously occupied by some transient acquaintance's and invites Angela to stay in his communal studio/crash pad, a domicile occupied by various helpers, hangers-on, and sex partners (it's interesting to note the mural on the brick facade prominently displays the title, "Paradise") The movie's packed to the gills with great characters, from the eccentric Linsey (who shoots dead animals in his spare time), to Madeline's pervy, film producer husband, to a bizarre nightclub performer who looks like a refugee from a community theater production of CABARET. The final scene has Angela acting on her initial wish to depart the country and start over, although one may feel that, given what has just happened prior, her reaction indicates a serious emotional disconnect. And given who is helping her, the outcome may be nothing like Angela anticipated.

Average

[ericritter-01765 · 5/10 · 7 December 2019]

Snapshot wants to be a thriller, but it's not very thrilling most of the time and most of the characters are so shady that you don't really care what happens to them, including the lead character who seems so hopelessly naive that you sort of hope she ends up chopped up in a gutter somewhere. What it lacks in thrills, it doesn't make up with interesting drama either. The performances are good and the movie is nicely photographed, but are we really supposed to feel much tension when the main bad guy drives an ice cream van?

A predatory thriller with grit, but not really a horror film

[drownsoda90 · 6/10 · 23 December 2022]

"Snapshot" follows a young woman in suburban Melbourne who dreams of escaping the clutches of her overbearing mother. She finds work as a print model, but it soon leads her into a world where she is subject to predatory behavior, mirroring the relationship she has with her ex-boyfriend, whom she comes to believe is stalking her.

Marketed as a horror film under its misleading North American alternate title "The Day After Halloween," "Snapshot" is really not that in any sense of the word; those expecting an Aussie Laurie Strode under siege will be disappointed. If anything, it is a fairly humdrum thriller that has its lead character preyed upon, sure--but not by a maniac wielding a knife like you may assume.

The protagonist, Angela, is aptly portrayed by Sigrid Thornton, and is a sympathetic character whose naiveté ultimately gets the best of her. She is surrounded by loathsome people, from her abusive mother to her obsessive ex-boyfriend. The film has a cynical attitude in that its character finds herself just as debased in her modeling career as she is in her daily life; her intended escape valve proves to put her in just as (or perhaps more) dire of straits.

While it lacks any conventional horror elements, the film is moody and the photography quite dark and gritty looking. This dour disposition comes through strongly in much of the interior sequences, particularly in the nighttime finale sequence that takes place in a dark photography studio, and ends in a horrific blaze. Despite its downbeat visuals, the film does possess something of a sense of humor, and concludes in an appropriately cynical manner.

All in all, "Snapshot" is a curious, low-key thriller that benefits from a solid lead performance from Thornton, as well as its chilly cinematography and wry sense of humor. Even as a thriller, it is not particularly thrilling, but it does function as a mild, quirky odyssey of a character hoping to find liberation from her circumstances, only to be met by something ostensibly worse. It is certainly an offbeat effort from down under, but those anticipating a slasher will be taken by surprise, and not for the better. 6/10.

I keep watching hoping it would get better!

[mm-39 · 2/10 · 17 May 2021]

Well the movie started out bad, then added nudity to keep the story going. Looks like there could be a story, then stalls. Starts up a story again then stalls, with a what just happened conclusion. The scary part of the movie is the horror of how Snapshot makes the viewer watch this disaster until the end. No script, good acting, and well the rest is low budget make Snapshot what it is watchable but horrible! The story's theme is if the protagonist is around crazy people then I guess you play stupid game you win stupid prizes. 2 stars. A turkey of a movie.

Say cheese!

[GOWBTW · 9/10 · 14 December 2018]

The modeling world can be fun, or it can be cruel. Either way you see it, one must know when to go for it. What do you have to lose? In Australia, there's a beautiful hairdresser named Angela(Sigrid Thorton) who gets a chance to do something other than being a hairdresser. After her own mother kicked her out of the house, she would stay at place with some other models. Her first shoot is on the beach, topless. The picture shoot was for perfume. She was uneasy about it at first, but when it went through, she was starting to like it. Yet, there was another issue that she had to contend with. The ex-boyfriend. He owns an ice cream truck. And he constantly stalks her. But he's not the only one. Someone in the company she works for wants to take things further. I liked the plot of the movie. The music was fine. I don't think that anything was missing from the film. It wasn't a bore, whatsoever. 2.5 out of 5 stars.

Career Change...

[azathothpwiggins · 11 July 2022]

Angela (Sigrid Thornton) is lured away from her job as a hairdresser and into the world of fashion photography and advertising. She's quickly taken in hand by a model named Madeline (Chantal Contouri), who introduces her to a group of odd, yet endearing characters.

Meanwhile, Angela's ex-boyfriend, Daryl (Vincent Gill), and her domineering mother are set on keeping her under their control. For his part, Daryl is especially bizarre, with his pitifully-pathetic demeanor, driving everywhere in his "Mr. Whippy's" ice cream truck. He might also be dangerous.

Adding to the weirdness are Madeline's perverted husband, and a photographer who loves taking pictures of dead animals.

When Angela discovers a bloody surprise in her bed, all bets are off! She starts being stalked by a lunatic, but which lunatic is it?

SNAPSHOT can be long-winded in spots, yet there's a nice building tension and a cool ending...

A frustrating experience

[Wizard-8 · 4 June 2011]

I imagine that the Americans and Canadians who went to see this Australian movie in theaters in the 70s felt ripped off. For starters, it was retitled "The Day Before Halloween", yet it has NOTHING to do with the John Carpenter movie of 1978. The only similarity it has is with some of the piano music, which sort of sounds like Carpenter's score at times. But even if the movie had been released over here under its original name, viewers would have felt ripped off. For large chunks of the movie, absolutely NOTHING of consequence happens. All that you'll get out of the movie is that the modelling business can be a cold and cutthroat experience, something I think that any viewer would know already. The trivia section for this movie says that the script was written in ten days. It shows.

Out of focus

[SanFernandoCurt · 26 January 2011]

Some movies seem to have evolved into finished product that's quite different from original script. This is one of them. I'll bet at one time, as writer's brainchild, this was a comedy-drama about a young woman trying to find her own place in the world, beset with oppressive upbringing and surrounded by shark-swarm of modern urban reality. As that, there are some scenes that sizzle, like the heroine's confrontation with her mother. Sigrid Thornton has long been a favorite of mine - a gutsy, resourceful actress who always manages to rise above or enhance her material. In that scene of familial combat (there are none more savage in our lives ), this feels like a completely different movie. ...A better one.

I think sometime pre-production or even after filming began, "Halloween" was released to bang-up box office, and some brilliant producer or studio exec got a brainstorm to turn this into a splatter/horror thriller. The result is a schizoid mess, and the "Godfather" shock moment is practically unforgivable. Some fine actors, led by Thornton, are utterly wasted. A few nice bits of drama, and some drolly funny send-up of the self-obsessed fashion business, don't make this one worth the effort.