“Seventy minutes of makeshift slasher-trash with a beautifully warped visual aesthetic.”
— BLEEDING SKULL!
Shot in Florida for $1,000 on Super 8 by fifteen-year-old Tim Ritter (TRUTH OR DARE?: A CRITICAL MADNESS), DAY OF THE REAPER is a psychotropic tribute to every horror film that was cool in the summer of 1984. A cannibalistic, black-hooded nasty roams around the suburbs and kills people who wear bikinis and white short-shorts. Meanwhile, people sit on couches, beaches, and in gaudy hotel rooms . . . and then they die. DAY OF THE REAPER is a gore-trash variant on Andy Warhol’s 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.