What better way to ring in the new year
than with a spotlight on a tacky little 1980 horror movie called New
Year's Evil? Produced by those masters of 1980s schlock, Golan &
Globus, it tells the heartwarming tale of a Los Angeles new wave,
female disc jockey who has somehow attracted the attention of a
deranged serial killer. The cretin intends to ring in the new year
(of 1981) by killing someone each hour until it's time to do her in
at last.
(Several reviewers out there in
cyber-land have misconstrued this to think that the killer is going
cross-country, killing once in each time zone, which is quite
impossible! He's doing it in L.A. as they CELEBRATE each midnight
across the country from there. He decides to off a person at 8:00
Pacific time and each hour thereafter leading up to midnight in L.A.)
The title song (which is surprisingly
catchy) plays over the opening credits as a packed carful of rowdy
partygoers – all decked out in lycra, animal prints, bright colors
and so on – parades down the street on their way to a wild night of
music and moshing in order to celebrate the changeover from December
31st to January 1st.
Before entering, the revelers taunt the guard at the hotel which
is housing an all-night bash that will countdown to midnight via
satellite from New York to Chicago to Aspen and, eventually, L.A. The televised
spectacle is hosted by a flame-haired lady named “Blaze.” As depicted below, there was an upside to the otherwise garish clothing of this movement, that being the potential for obvious bulges in the skintight pants of some of the men!
The disc jockey is played by Roz Kelly.
Thank God they soon explain that she's the heroine of punk rock/new
wave music fans everywhere or else we'd be hard-pressed to understand
the over-the-top, magenta makeup choices she is sporting as she
prepares for the big event.
Kelly has an assistant, Alicia Dhanifu,
who is supposed to be sending out some press releases regarding Kelly
and the big party, but this is never to be. While applying her
lipstick in the mirror of her hotel bathroom, she keeps getting
distracted by the sound of a dripping bathtub faucet. The last time
she sticks her talon-covered hand in there to silence it, it's the
last time she ever does anything!
While Kelly is sorting through various
ugly clothing and jewelry combinations (including a studded
dog-collar) with her assistant Jed Mills, we find out that she has a
young son, Grant Cramer, who has come to help celebrate her hosting
gig with a bouquet of red roses. Gorgeous Cramer attempts to inform
his mother that he's just landed a regular part on a juvenile TV
series, but she's far too wrapped up in her own goings on to even
listen.
She settles on an outfit and heads down
to the ballroom where TV cameras wade through the midst of bouncing,
new year's (and new wave) revelers. The broadcast includes a quartet
of young ladies in front of a neon sign that reads “Hollywood
Hotline.” You see, viewers are to call in through the evening and
vote for their favorite hot songs (and somehow these girls, and Kelly
herself, are supposed to be able to HEAR over the din of all the loud
music as if this is a PBS fundraising telethon and not a rock
concert!)
Even though we've just heard the title song over the opening credits, we hear it again as Kelly introduces the band Shadow and they lay into once more. The blond guy on the right is the lead vocalist. (The surprisingly infectious song is played over the end credits, too! A single of this number was pressed at the time of release by Cannon music, though it remains pretty obscure today.)
We already know that one lady has
bitten the dust when Kelly is handed a call from a listener who says
his name is “Evil” and that he will be killing one naughty girl
each hour as the show shifts from city to city leading up to their
own time zone when Kelly will be the victim! He plans to call back
with tape recordings of the killings as proof. This caller is shown
to be Kip Niven, using a voice disguise apparatus that renders him
more funny than scary, though he truly does mean business.
His first stop is a mental hospital
(which seems to have an inordinate number of
late-twenties/ early-thirties patients.) Naturally, they are all
gathered into the community room to watch Kelly's new wave countdown
(versus, for example, Dick Clark's annual event?) as they flail
around to the music. Niven dons a disguise as a doctor and quickly
chats up a nurse (Taaffe O'Connell) in the hallway who's come out for
a smoke break.
Within moments, they are tucked away in
an exam room, sipping champagne and ultimately making out on a table
when he hits the record button on his boom box and begins hacking
away at the hapless gal.
As promised, he calls Kelly (of course
there is never an issue with him getting right through on this
allegedly popular call-in program!) and plays his recording of the
murder for her. Kelly has cops on the scene, led by detective Chris
Wallace, to try to figure out what's happening.
Meanwhile, her son Cramer has been
trying to call his father down in Palm Springs, but can only get a busy
signal. If you take a look at his jeans in this shot, they are rather
busy, too!
Despondent that he can't speak to his
dad, nor can he get through to his mother, he swallows three pills
and begins to become rather unhinged himself. He stares at himself in
the mirror, pulls one of his mother's stockings over his face and
proceeds to use a large pin to pierce his ear, creating a small
stream of blood down his neck!
Also note, Cramer takes the trio of red
pills from his hand and into his mouth, then gulps a bit of water to
wash them down complete with a large, pained swallow, but thanks to
his slack-jawed acting performance, we can see that the pills are
actually still resting in the front of his mouth! It's sort of like
the movie Jaws where the shark parts his teeth and we can see bits of
people and debris in there!
Niven next applies a hilarious porn
stache and heads to a nightclub. There, he spies curvy Louisa Moritz
at the bar and proceeds to woo her. He talks her into accompanying
him to “Erik Estrada's house” (!) and she readily agrees.
However, she has asked her pretty pal Anita Crane to join her as
an unexpected chaperone.
The three of them are piled into the
front of Niven's Mercedes and he drives around trying to figure out
how to ditch Crane before the chime of midnight. Finally, he
spies a liquor store and convinces the unwanted friend to go inside
and use $100 of his money to buy the best bottle of champagne she can
find. This allows him to snuff out Moritz without and interference.
However, rather than make a hasty
getaway, he inexplicably leaves clues such as a shoe and the belt of
Moritz's dress, to lead Crane from the liquor store to a dumpster
in the alley out back. She nervously lifts the lid, unsure of what
she'll find, to be confronted with the sick, grinning face of Niven,
lit only by the flame from his lighter.
Kelly is now deeply worried (though her
depiction of worry and fear is about on par with the expression one
might make if their coffee cup left a temporary ring of stain on the
kitchen counter.) She listens to a reel-to-reel recording of the
killer's last phone call while Wallace hilariously suggests that the
caller “seems to be” using a voice modulation device! Ya think?!?
In a rare (and brief) moment of male
quasi-beefcake, Niven changes out of his bloody, macho man clothing
and into a priest's collar in order to prepare for his next murder.
He inexplicably does this in full view of a main street, which the
police drive down hurriedly.
Having already suffered the surprise of
having an extra victim to deal with in Moritz's case, his evening of
terror is compounded when some bikers decide to flip him off,
thinking he really is a priest (!), and he proceeds to accidentally
knock one of their bikes over with his car while two riders are on
it! They chase him into a drive-in where ultimately he winds up
aborting his own vehicle and confronting one of the bikers
personally.
Next, Niven needs a new car, but two
young kids have the bad luck to be smoking pot and petting heavily in
the back seat of the car that Niven wants... NOW! Niven tosses the
boy aside and drives off with the blonde bimbo (Teri Copley) still in
the back, intending to kill her at the first opportunity.
(Considering the lighting that Copley
received here, it's a wonder the poor girl ever got hired for
anything again!) He drives her around, looking for the right spot to
do her in when he happens upon a couple of drunken revelers who walk
out in front of the car. This allows her to make a quick escape.
With the dead biker having to suffice
for that hour's killing, we now see tightened security back at the
hotel (and some speculation about the killer from a police psychiatrist), though Niven manages to get through it anyway. Kelly heads
down to her room to change into another weird get-up and wisely takes
a policeman with her. There she finds her son Kramer still under the
effects of the pills he took earlier and still unable to communicate
with his self-absorbed mother.
The elevator ride back up to the party
is an eventful one as Niven decides to fiddle with the electricity
and send the car plummeting downward. This knocks both the police
officer and Kelly out cold. When she comes to, she is further
threatened, then chained to the bottom of the elevator car. Niven
sends her (or her stunt double, at least) careening upward, screaming
all the way.
Next, though, is one of the funniest
moments of the movie as a chained up Kelly, dangling from the bottom
of the elevator, turns to find a horrifying surprise lodged in the
girders of the elevator shaft. Kelly adopts some truly hysterical
facial expressions from her mouth almost enveloping the screen to a
puffer fish one that looks like she may puke, followed by a
tight-lipped grimace. It's truly a highlight of the movie.
Niven, under fire from the encroaching
police and soon wearing a creepy (Stan Laurel?) mask, causes the elevator to fall
back down with Kelly underneath it still before fleeing to the hotel
roof (don't they all? …in every movie and TV show??) He is
eventually dispatched and a badly beaten up Kelly is taken to the
hospital in an ambulance, but, wait, her problems may not be
completely over with yet!
Do note that in the interest of not
completely spoiling this (can you spoil something that is already
rotten? LOL) for folks who've yet to view this, I have deliberately
omitted certain plot points along the way. I do give, as some have
said, microscopic tributes, but I nevertheless try not to reveal
every last plot detail or “surprise.” (And the fact that Niven is
the killer is something that's depicted on the movie's poster. Not a
mystery at all in that respect.)
Kelly was a bit role actress of the
late-'60s/early-'70s who landed a three-part role on the mega-hit
Happy Days in 1976 as Fonzie's girlfriend Pinky Tuscadero. The
pink-satin-wearing mama made a big impression and she was announced
to be a new cast member for the following season. However, popular
with the public or not (and it is indeed her enduring legacy as a
performer), she didn't fit in with the cast members of the close-knit
series AT ALL and was eliminated from the show in the end without
ever having come back.
She did see the light of day on an
episode of the Happy Days spin-off Blansky's Beauties (1977) and even
appeared on The Paul Lynde Halloween Special as Roz “Pinky
Tuscadero” Kelly, but her association with Happy Days was
startlingly minor. Quite a few TV appearances followed (and she was
even briefly considered to replace Paul Michael Glaser on Starsky and
Hutch in 1977 until he opted to stay on!), but by 1983 the ride was
over. She was typically fine as a wise-cracking scene-stealer, but
was in no way equipped to serve as leading lady, even in this piece
of artless drek.
That's not to say there was any lack of
drama in her private life. In the late-1990s, she ran afoul of the
law when she was awakened by a car alarm and opted to fire a 12-gauge
shotgun into the car and into the (unoccupied) apartment of the car's
owner! Two years later, after being diagnosed as bi-polar and
enduring a knee ailment, she assaulted a homeless man she had
previously picked up with her cane, leading to three months of jail
time! She is currently seventy-one and is never invited to Happy
Days-related events for obvious reasons.
Niven had also begun acting in the
early-'70s and balanced TV guest roles with small roles in big films
such as Magnum Force (1973), Earthquake, Airport 1975 (both 1974) and
The Hindenburg (1975.) The latter three give him some degree of
disaster movie cred in The Underworld!
This was a chance for him to show off
his versatility in a hammy, diverse part, though it certainly didn't
earn him any acclaim. He had a recurring role on Alice as one of
Vera's love interests, though he actually married that show's star
Linda Lavin in real life (from 1982 to 1992.) Currently sixty-nine,
he still works regularly in little-known films and shorts.
Wallace worked in another 1980 horror
flick, Don't Answer the Phone! as a psychic and appeared on TV and in
the occasional movie thereafter, though his screen career has been
spotty over the years.
This was by far the most prominent of Dhanifu's few on-screen roles and it is brief. Her movie & TV resume can be counted on one hand and ended with a bit part on The Colbys in 1987 as a nurse! She is sixty-six now.
This was the debut of cutie Kramer who
went on to star in Hardbodies (1984), in which he showed a flash of
nudity, and Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988), with a stint on
The Young and the Restless in between. He has worked intermittently
as an actor up to this day, but in recent years has found success as
a feature film producer.
During the mid-'80s, he was a hot teen
idol, as shown here. Slipping out of his clothes for the camera came
naturally, however, as his mother was 1940s and '50s starlet Terry
Moore (who posed for Playboy in 1984 at age fifty-five!)
She came into $15 million from Howard Hughes' estate, though, in a parallel scenario to New Year's Evil, gave Cramer little interest or support with his burgeoning acting career (she did later come around to the notion.) He is currently fifty-three.
She came into $15 million from Howard Hughes' estate, though, in a parallel scenario to New Year's Evil, gave Cramer little interest or support with his burgeoning acting career (she did later come around to the notion.) He is currently fifty-three.
Cuban-born Moritz emigrated to the U.S.
and began appearing in sexy TV roles during the mid-'60s. She later
graduated to bit parts in films including Death Race 2000 and even
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (both 1975.) Later came The North
Avenue Irregulars (1979) and The Last American Virgin (1982) among
others. It was fun to see her here as I really had only known her as
a sometime panelist on Match Game. Nearly always cast as bimbos or
hookers, she was actually quite bright and even earned a law degree.
Sixty-eight year-old Moritz was back in the news recently as one of
the ladies claiming to have been sexually-assaulted by Bill Cosby
back in 1971!
As the nurse Niven dispatches,
O'Connell was sporting THE look of the time, “the Farrah Fawcett”
color and style. O'Connell had been a regular on Blansky's Beauties
(on which Kelly guest-starred) and proceeded from this film to Galaxy
of Terror (1981), a sci-fi horror flick in which she gained a
significant cult following for explicit scenes. After a period of
dormancy, she returned to low-budget films in the early-2010s (pulled
taut by surgery) and is sixty-three today.
Copley was making her debut here and
very soon made a brief, but heady, splash into TV Land. She worked on
several TV series as a sexy guest star and in 1983 was cast in the
sitcom We Got It Made, with Tom Villard and Matt McCoy. She played a
skimpily-dressed blonde who worked as the guys' maid, much to the
surprise of their girlfriends.
This earned her a coveted spot on the
cover of TV Guide, though the show was cancelled after one season. In
a surprise move, a retooled rendition of it came back in 1987, with
Villard, but not McCoy, but it also lasted only one season. She also
got the cover (and a nude centerfold) in a 1990 issue of Playboy.
After this, Copley worked here and there until the early-'90s,
whereupon she became a born-again Christian and left the business,
returning only this past year in a Christian-centered movie. She is
fifty-three.
New Year's Evil is simple, tawdry,
mindless entertain-ment from early in a time when crazed killers were
going after successful female figures: TV director Lauren Hutton in
Someone is Watching Me! (1978), reporter Lauren Tewes in Eyes of a
Stranger (1981), Broadway legend Lauren Bacall in The Fan (1981), -- Jesus! What a dangerous time to be named Lauren! -- news anchor Morgan Fairchild in The Seduction (1982)
and feminist Lee Grant in Visiting Hours (1982), to name a few. If
you're in the right mood for it, it could provide some creepy
amusement, maybe even a scream of laughter!
5 comments:
Recently watched this movie as part of TCM's Underground.
Enjoyed it in that bad-kind-of-good-way...but only thought it was middle of the road for this type of fare.
HOWEVER, now that I read your posting with all the actor bio information, it makes me want to watch it again. I knew I shouldn't have erased it!!!
I'm just glad the killer didn't wear that creepy (Stan Laurel?) mask the entire film. It was rather disturbing!
Which reminds me, "Roller Boogie" played a few weeks ago, too, as part of TCM's Underground. Will have to go back and re-read your posting on that one!
Don't hold me to it but I think I saw this movie on "ON-TV" back in the stone age of cable circa 1982.
I remember all this because I do remember Cramer AND his jeans. (But that is ALL I really remember about this movie)
Pinky Tuscadero was the only reason I started watching "Happy Days." I developed a crush on Fonzie after that. (Especially when he grew a beard.)
As a fellow Cuban, I am surprised I never noticed Moritz before.
However, Matt McCoy is my favorite mention in this post. Be still my heart. That's a hunk. That's the only reason I watched that show with Copley! I've loved him ever since. (He's pretty hunky today.)
Finally, to Poseidon and everyone else (including my BFF who also reads and comments) "May 2015 be happy, and prosperous to all in the Underworld!"
Sounds like another hooty movie to enjoy with a huge bowl of popcorn.
Warmest wishes for everyone this New Year.
Thanks Knuckles and Armando! Knuckles, TCM Underground has been providing some fun and obscure stuff lately! I had a great time with Bloody Birthday, too, recently and nearly profiled that one as well.
NotFelix, despite our vastly different Cuban and Irish heritage, we had to have been delivered by the same stork! I simply cannot believe you mentioned ON-TV!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought my father was the only person who ever subscribed to that! Hilarious!!!!!! I used to take the program guide and study it like I was taking the BAR the next day or something! LOL I was always obsessed with movies. As always, thanks (and Happy New Year!)
Imagine my surprise when I pulled up your blog to see that your latest movie profile was for the one I had JUST finished watching on Netflix! (After years of saying to myself that I`d get around to seeing it someday, I finally got around to seeing it).
Also glad I wasn`t the only one who noticed the hilarious puke-face Kelly was making while dangling from the elevator!
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