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Fatal Games (1984)

Dir: Michael Elliot
The athletes at a sports academy are being targeted by a cowled, javelin wielding
psycho.
Will any of the sporty teens make it to The Nationals or will they
all be given the shaft?
.
Take it all the way go the blasted out lyrics during the
opening credits song of much 80s cheesiness.
Take it to the limit they scream, pumping us up for some
of those Fatal games!
The 80s
The 80s
Oh boy, this flick is most certainly from
the 80s.
From the multicoloured fluffy leg warmers on display (that even an Eskimo would
consider a step too far) to the big ozone layer killing hairstyles to the endless
white y-fronts flaunted around, that barely contain the hairy meatballs within,
we are most definitely in the 80s.

But do not fear! Because the 80s, despite the faults, was still populated
by comely young ladies and groovy Slasher deaths.
As such many soapy breast and pubic hair shots liven the less than gripping
opening minutes of this low budget Slasher entry before the first kill (which,
like all of them, is signposted by the ominous electronic music cues long before
it actually happens) but what a doozy of a first kill it is!
Watch in admiration as the victim literally flies out of shot as the javelin
impales her onto the wall! Yeah! Now were Taking it to the limit
all right.
The next murder is also a good 'un as we have some honest to goodness steel
through flesh FX on display to create a rather nasty little scene.
So far, so good.
But there is such a thing as too much of a good thing of course and as more
death by javelin scenes occur a certain weariness starts to creep
into the very moments that should be where a Slasher film perks up.
This is purely down to the fact that the how and with what aspect
of Slasher movie deaths is part of the fun. Here we generally know how and we
certainly know with what.
The set-ups do try to add a dash of freshness to each death though (check out
the swimming pool murder) and given that the movie opts for a projectile weapon
of choice means its given itself a harder job than most to pull off effective
death scenes with an obviously low budget.
But in fact the distance kills are very well crafted via the careful
use of editing and framing. And they thankfully all take place on-screen too,
something even the mighty Friday the 13th failed to deliver at times.
Luckily the copious amount of breasts and furry fun patches on display (plus
some creaky lesbian shenanigans thrown in for good measure) means that Fatal
Games at least has something exploitative to keep us watching the screen
(unlike too many Slashers) while awaiting the next demise.
Thankfully this nudity makes itself known during one of the death scenes too,
which of course ups the essential exploitation content to add just the little
bit of extra to deaths that obviously lack that Tom Savini style gore extravagance.
By the 45 minute mark we are 3 bodies into the count so Fatal Games at least has decent placing of the deaths to ensure we dont fidget away in our seats during an overly dry build-up (something that plagued the otherwise far superior The Burning for example), but despite this the film does have a rather low corpse count by the end credits, which is a shame.

And despite the murder scene placement there are still too many rather dull
and stodgy characterisation (hee hee) scenes to sit through, but
generally Fatal Games is certainly one of the faster moving Slashers
and only rarely has nothing on the screen to hold the interest.
Points off though for the time spent following a guy around on crutches during
the lead-up to the (very, very silly but rather fun) finale because he literally
slows the film down to a painful hop at a bad time! But once again the film
saves itself by having this trawl around the darkened school deliver a nicely
macabre pay-off.And although the teen characters are all pretty forgettable
and interchangeable at least theyre not generally obnoxious or annoying,
another plus. No vomit inducing Hostel twats here at least.

The biggest disappointment with Fatal Games is that the nudity and well crafted deaths take place in a movie that has cheap sound recording, dull production design, awfully bland and flat cinematography (one arty backlit moments aside that resembles the Witch shot during the finale to Superstition) and workmanlike direction from Michael Elliot, who it seems sensed this as he appears not to have directed anything else.
But Fatal Games certainly has its moments, delivers some pretty
good Slasher sequences, throws some naked high school girls into the mix to
pep things up when needed and its certainly much better than the dreadfully
paced, oh so dull, shot in a cave with a flashlight painfulness of Graduation
Day, a film it sort of resembles.
Take it all the way!!