Shot in Florida for $1,000 on silent Super-8 by teenager Tim Ritter (who’d later go on to the fantastic TRUTH OR DARE?: A CRITICAL MADNESS and KILLING SPREE), DAY OF THE REAPER is a psychotropic daymare, seventy minutes of makeshift slasher trash with a beautifully warped visual aesthetic.
There’s a simplistic, yet incomprehensible through-line. Humans communicate, but never connect. Events unfold for unknown reasons. Most of the time it’s just people sitting on
couches or on beaches, or in shabby motel rooms. And then they die. In a sense, REAPER is a gore-trash variant on Andy Warhol’s bewildering EMPIRE -- we don’t know why we’re watching this film, or why we’d even want to, but the cumulative dreamlike state that results is remarkable.