This is a super fun giallo-sequels slasher from the early 80’s that I can’t believe I’m just now seeing for the first time. I mean look at that poster. Look. At. It. It’s beautiful especially with the ridiculous tag line that’s unfortunately not on this particular version of the poster shown: “A is for Apple, B is for Bed, C is for Coed, D is for Dead, F is for FAILING to keep your head!” lol wut i love it.

It’s not terribly gory, but it’s got some great scenes. There’s one involving a decapitated head that you know is going to pop up at some point, but damn if it isn’t a great tense time getting there. The killer looks…

At Wendell College Night School, we’re committed to seeing our students get ahead. Lopped off.

In 1981, film critic Tony Mastroianni of the Cleveland Press panned Night School, calling it "gory but idiotic”. Which I read as “perfect for me”. By the way, Cleveland Press went out of business a year later. Coincidence?

Night School was one of those initial 72 films dubbed a “video nasty”, but it was dropped from the list as BBFC cut over a minute for the UK-18 rated VHS release. The cut content consists of bits of the murder scenes in the locker room and the restaurant. It’s extremely tame by today’s standards and seems like an overreaction even for 1981.

This is the one with…

An eighties slasher probably best remembered for its inclusion on the Video Nasty list. Night School sees a killer clad in a motorcycle helmet and leathers decapitating female students at a Boston college. Could it be something to do with that weird anthropology professor who also happens to ride a motorbike? The film splits its focus between the killings and a rather ineffective police investigation, which is not exactly fascinating. There's never any real mystery to it, with only one huge red herring and another minor one that clearly isn't the killer. The most notable thing about it is the death scenes. They're not exactly graphic, but the severed head motif leads to some stylish scenes - the best of…

A sleazy American Giallo being the final film from the man who directed Chitty Chitty Bang Bang sounds Like some made-up fact but here we are with NIGHT SCHOOL! A leather-clad killer on a motorbike armed with a Kukri slicing, dicing, and in most cases decapitating a bunch of Coeds in the Boston area. The killer would later be ripped off in NIGHTMARE BEACH at least in this case boston is a bit more of a realistic setting to be going around butchering people in leather than on a damn beach but I digress.

I really dug the opening sequence on the merry-go-round it made the opening decapitation a creative fun kill from the get-go unfortunately the rest of the…

So, this was a DVR recording made from a recent Turner Classic Movies showing! I recall them also showing it late at night long ago; this latest screening was during a late night of horror, after The Haunting and the blaxploitation film Sugar Hill-both seen by me & reviewed years ago. Night School I’d heard of but never partaken in until last night. Of interest to me was not just it being the film debut of Rachel Ward, a lovely lady… the film is also a giallo-style slasher set & filmed in Boston complete w/ killer adorned in black (including motorcycle helmet) who rides a dirt bike.

The killings happen via a kukri blade; for those that haven’t seen something like Forged…

“The old head-in-the-fish tank routine”

‘Twas a fine giallo-esque (autocorrected esque to Edwige and I laughed out loud, Edwige Fenech💘) slasher based in Boston (while no one has that strong Boston/Bawstin accent, which was truly missed) there’s a killer wearing a full-blown biker outfit, helmet and leather gloves, carrying a large curved knife, ya know the one to decapitate womens heads and leave them in... wet places...for people to find...
Immediately sold. 
Thought the pacing was pretty good, with.. kill, story, kill, story, slow motion kill, story...so it was pretty entertaining from start to finish. 
The only thing truly missing is the excessive gore (and previously mentioned Boston accent) but not too bothered by it, easily forgiven with that intense…