There is nothing I like more than 1970s horror and sci-fi
films. Truly. I believe that the entire filmmaking industry (from a narrative,
not technical, standpoint) peaked in the 1970s and early 1980s. I love the wah-wah guitar riffs, bell bottoms and gas-guzzling sedans chewing up as much
scenery as the actors do. Everything about the 1970s was stylized… especially
the genre films. Yes, I’m biased. Yes, I’m a child of the 70s and 80s and, yes,
there aren’t many finer examples of the genre than can be found in these two
precious decades. Unless, of course, that film happens to be The Dark.
In a nutshell, a serial killer is stalking the streets of Los Angeles and beheading
people like crazy. The pathologist (Casey Kasem) lets us know that it isn’t
human and incredibly strong. We already know this because we get to see the
monster (using the same growl used for The Incredible Hulk TV show) tear
heads off of unsuspecting Los Angelicans. A horror writer’s (William Devane)
daughter is killed and he teams up with a reporter to (Cathy Lee Crosby, TV’s
original Wonder Woman) to find the fiend. When they do, the denouement
is pretty lackluster. The thing is an alien (a flannel-wearing alien, so we can
assume he is either a professional wrestling lumberjack or a women’s prison
warden) that shoots lasers out his eyes and is indestructible. Until he isn’t,
of course.
Although fun, The Dark feels as if it has been
stretched out far longer than the meager plot would allow. Cardos is adept, and
the cast is game, so the film works well but there just isn’t enough there to
sustain the chills that come up, intermittently, and can be effective. Not even the atmospheric score can help during the fluff scenes. It is
the ‘between the chills’ filler that really gives The Dark some hiccups.
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