The Game (1984)

It's entirely possible that sending the audience out feeling lousy was intentional

it is finally so absorbing because it plays like a lyrical road odyssey that’s also a detective story.

Not sure how, but this is easily one of the best movies all summer. Multiple levels of funny, never takes itself seriously, super colorful, and creative.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

I find it really sad that this funny little horror movie has a current overall rating of 3.1/10 stars. Sure it's cheap, sure some scenes were added in for no apparent reason, sure the script is bad and the effects are garbage, but that's what I love about these old low-budget horror films! It's so funny, you can tell that the actors were obviously having a ton of fun making it and knew it was lame, and the effects were so bad but weren't without effort. Ever since the digital age, bad CGI and bad acting, annoying soundtrack and excessive nudity and swearing has ruined low-budget horror. The Game is a classic, far before those days. It doesn't use bad computer graphics for effects, the crew improvised with whatever was available and worked from there, and ended up creating a very entertaining horror movie. My sister and I watched it knowing it would be lame, but it's one of those "so bad it's good" movies, one you can laugh with and have fun with. There are scenes such as a woman with an incredibly fake southern accent saying lines like "You can't come in here! I'm nude!" in such a high pitched voice that it's difficult to even think about keeping a straight face. I rather liked the soundtrack and the acting wasn't as bad as I expected at all. Will The Game ever be as popular as Resident Evil or The Ring? Probably never, but if you're a fan of low-budget horror like I am you'll definitely want to see it. At least if you hate it you can make fun of it.

In this low budget horror feature three bored millionaires decide to invite some young people for a scare feast. The last one who flees the resort they're all staying at will win one million dollars. Or so these three promise.The usual gamut of common fears run through this film, but in the end the kids so a bit of resiliency. If you want to know what that means you'll have to sit through this schlock feature which was shot on small change at a Wisconsin lake resort.I suppose we're lucky in one respect, one or all of those millionaires might decide they're bored and want to run for public office. Or get a television show to feed the ego. Or think they can produce a movie and we'll get one like The Game.

Three old and filthy rich geezers are luring nine people to an isolated mansion to win $1000000 in some sort of an elimination game.The participants start vanishing quickly one by one...scared to death by snakes,spiders and ghosts."The Game" aka "The Cold" is an enjoyable horror flick in the vein of William Castle's "House on Haunted Hill".The acting is bad and the special effects are poor,but there is plenty of nudity and sleaze.The final twists are laughable,though."The Game" is just a harmless and silly piece of entertainment from the man behind "The Giant Spider Invasion".6 games out of 10.Check it out,if you have enough time to kill.

A real head scratcher of a film by Bill Rebane who appeared to be getting worse in his trade throughout the eighties. Three crackpot millionaires invite nine people to a remote hotel to compete in a last person standing contest in which the final contestant will be given $1 million provided he or she makes it that far. A series of lame pranks are pulled on some of the guests while the others engage in what most adults would do under the circumstances namely get shatfaced at the hotel bar. Most scenes are merely an excuse to focus the camera on various female body parts including an opening dance number that is a crossover of American Bandstand meets geriatric aerobics complete with hookers. If there was any hesitation that white people can't dance this scene hammers the final nail in that coffin. Pay close attention for the nipple slip. This continues on for about forty-five minutes until Bill Rebane begins throwing darts at various plot twists and whatever he hits becomes the inspiration for the next scene making this one incoherent mess. It's a game until it's not a game. The three old coots are in complete control until they're not. The hotel is possessed by a supernatural force until it becomes just props. They're dead until they're not. Even the narrator at the end replies that he doesn't know what the hell happened. I defy anyone to reason where Rebane was going on this one. The acting is dinner theater caliber minus the dinner. Most of the actors probably went back to their day jobs at the local Stuckey's. I give it a few points for the scene where the yuppie broad opens the closet and a skeleton is inside skull humping himself. Let's see Gone With the Wind do that! This Chilling Classics collection is really becoming the bane of me. Bane, Get it! Like Rebane! I hate myself.