'Into The Darkness' (1986) - David Kent-Watson.

Underground hero filmmaker, David Kent-Watson's cult destined S.O.V slasher begins luridly with a distressed young boy grimly witnessing his degenerated mother selling her less than desirous body. This crude interlude fatefully infests our energetically stalking P.O.V-centric killer with a grievous case of 'Mommy Dearest' issues, and thereafter the prognosis looks desperately poor for any unlucky female that resembles his slattern matriarch!

The 'G.B.H' director's slasher shifts to sunnier climes as boorish alpha male photographer, Jeff Conti (John Saint Ryan)and a titillating troupe of lusciously lissome lovelies descend upon picture perfect Malta for a racy fashion shoot. The unsuspecting models are leeringly overseen by their impish agent, David Beckett, played with wickedly unsavoury elan by, Donald Pleasence. Despatched with agreeable, if relatively bloodless regularity, some unknown, model-maiming aggressor proceeds to wantonly P.O.V these delectably beach-beautiful, bikini-clad babes to death!

What might have been a low budget, conspicuously dreadful, gore-less bore proved itself to be a modestly macabre slasher! Donald Pleasence, and the film's abundant schlockiness raises it above the muck-headed no-budget slasher mire. While certainly no undiscovered S.O.V masterpiece, Kent-Watson's cheap as chutney, bucket-and-slayed, sun-stroked Mediterranean massacre is quite demonstratively a so-bad-it's-good, Pizza N' Leer, stalk n' slash cheddar-fest! 'Into The Darkness' is made ever more appetizing by crusty horror icon, Donald Pleasence's resplendently sleazy performance as the disreputable letch, David Beckett. The appealing Maltese locations, Vic Emerson's effective score, and some additionally fine music by guitar master, Chris Rea adds additional lustre to this sadly underappreciated slasher. 

 

 

 

 

'I creep people out for a living, dude!'

'What part of 'never enter the catacombs of death' don't you understand lady?'

'I'm the lord of leer don't you know!'

'You don't know moustache like I know moustache, dude!'

'I did this film for the sardine face masks and these audacious earrings!'

'Ohhhh! I could tell you a thing or three about Satan, duckie!

'This kinda kinky wall-holding stuff goes over hella' big in granite weekly'

'We were owning cosplay while you were a dry itch in ya mommy's balls, son!'

'The only part of the script I read was the call sheet which said 2 weeks Malta!'