Did you know that pure evil is a form of electromagnetic energy? That's how so many serial killers executed in the electric chair got into dolls or people's house wiring back in the 80s before they changed the code. The point of entry is generally the 50 amp circuit to your oven, so if your home was built prior to 1990 you might want to unplug that prior to the execution of any mass murderer in your state, especially if you're the cop who put him away.

Wow that opening scene must be the happiest family barbecue of all time. I didn't know such level of all-American backyard horsing around was even possible. Norman Rockwell would have needed a cigarette after that.

I guess Horror Show is also known as House III, which is appropriate considering two-thirds of the movie is people slowly and suspensefully creeping through their house while chintzy fail scares go off all around them. They check out noises, look for the cat, look for Vinny, look for Vinny's wallet, open doors and curtains looking for dissonant string hits, and find lots of them when cats screech, light bulbs terrifyingly go out, the furnace door clangs open, the siren on a toy fireman's hat blares, Vinny jumps out at you... gaaah, it's like someone's coffee jitters nightmare. If you were actually startled as many times as this movie would like you'd probably have Tourettes or something by the end.

I don't get fake startle scares. It's a horror movie trying to startle me with a toy fireman's hat. Nothing good can come of that. Either the startle with fail and look stupid, or succeed and STARTLE me, and look stupid. If I enjoyed being randomly startled I'd put a leaky air compressor in my living room. I noticed in the end credits that the film would like to thank the Coca Cola Corporation, so I think all the startling is a plot to make you blow eight cans of coke out your nose and have to buy a new case.

The killer is professional big ugly guy Brion James, who you'll know from somewhere 'cause he's been your big ugly guy before in all your favourite violent TV shows. Thanks man. Unfortunately this movie made him into a complete cartoon pro wrestler, with bugged out eyeballs and bellowing lines that would make even the Chucky doll cringe. His last words in the chair before they flip the switch are "blow it out your ass pinhead!". I've already decided my final statement will be "get bent bunghole!" when at last I take leave of this mortal coil.

Lance Hennriksen could read teenage goth girl poetry and make it sound like a million bucks, but whenever the other characters open their mouths an amateur rough draft movie script comes out. Much mention is made of blowing that dirt bag away or frying his scum bucket ass. If dialogue is going to be this bad I at least want it to laugh at it, but it's just dead flat, like it was translated from some other language into grade school textbook English.

This is just a grindingly dull movie. There is a grand total of one brief onscreen kill, and the only scene that was even ridiculous enough to be entertaining was when the mom up and bakes a whole turkey and all the trimmings for lunch, whereupon the killer's electromagnetism takes possession of the bird and its head morphs into a little Brion James face and makes a number of crude remarks.

But I have to say, the movie totally redeems itself with the mind blowing ending where THE WHOLE FAMILY SURVIVES AND THEY FIND THE MISSING FAMILY CAT - IT WAS HIDING IN A BOX ALL THE TIME! AND THAT REALLY UNPLEASANT LOOKING YOUNGSTER IS UP TO HIS ADORABLE HIJINX AGAIN AND GETS A FREE TRUCKLOAD OF CHILI DELIVERED BY A COMICAL OLD MAN!