Nightmare Beach (1989)

Nightmare Beach: Directed by James Justice, Umberto Lenzi. With Nicolas De Toth, Sarah Buxton, Rawley Valverde, Lance LeGault. After the execution of a motorcycle gang leader convicted of murder, a helmeted biker goes on a killing spree during spring break in Florida.

“Here in his attempt to shamelessly imitate the success of American teen slasher-movies, veteran Italian director Umberto Lenzi bids you welcome to a lot more than just Spring Break! Welcome to clichéd situations and ridiculous stereotypes! Welcome to cheesy gore and gratuitous nudity! Welcome to zero tension and maximum nonsense! Welcome to horrible rock music and awful dialogs! In short, welcome to the glorious and wonderfully entertaining world of 80u0026#39;s horror film-making! The overall quality level of this movie may very well be less than mediocre, but it guarantees a damn good time and I wouldnu0026#39;t hesitate to recommend it to tolerant fans of the genre. Some people and websites describe u0026quot;Welcome to Spring Breaku0026quot; as a Giallo, but thatu0026#39;s probably just because its director is Italian and maybe even because the DVD-cover proudly depicts the image of a maniacal killer wearing a pitch black motorcycle helmet (which was one of the favorite disguises of Giallo-killers), but itu0026#39;s actually a full-blooded and prototypic slasher in the trend of u0026quot;Friday the 13thu0026quot;, u0026quot;Happy Birthday To Meu0026quot;, u0026quot;April Foolu0026#39;s Dayu0026quot; and other so-called holiday-themed splatter junk. The simpler the concept; the better. Unleash a killer – preferably one with an eerie disguise who likes his murders gruesome – among a group of stupid, drunken and hormone-laden teenagers in sunny, beach area. Try and raise confusion by suggesting the killer may be the vengeful reincarnation of a wrongfully executed biker, cast the almighty John Saxon as a sadistically corrupt cop, throw in some totally random images of a wet T-shirt contest and you got yourself the true definition of an 80u0026#39;s guilty pleasure. If youu0026#39;ve seen a few movies like this, it shouldnu0026#39;t be too difficult to guess the maniacu0026#39;s identity quite early in the film already, but at least Umberto Lenziu0026#39;s efforts to provide red herrings are admirable. The maniacu0026#39;s favorite method is interesting as well, as you donu0026#39;t see a mobile electric chair too often. The acting performances are mostly atrocious, with the exception of the aforementioned John Saxon and Michael Parks (u0026quot;From Dusk Till Dawnu0026quot;, u0026quot;Planet Terroru0026quot;) as the alcoholic doctor. There are a lot of things wrong with this film, but why bother getting annoyed over them? The girls are beautiful, the boys are dorks, the killer is cool and John Saxon is the man!”