Low budget, overacted rubbish is the first impression this film gives. And it lives down to its expectations.
A rock band (so-called) get a break in the form of the girlfriend of one of their number whose father is a big shot in the industry. They are contracted to (or wrangle) a music video on a set once used by Steven Spielberg.
The first victim is a special effects technician who is dispatched with one blow of an axe. His co-worker follows in quick succession, impaled on a piece of wood. And on it goes.
The one redeeming feature of this truly awful film is Charles Fleischer who excels as the temperamental Director. Him and maybe the classic line at about 37 minutes on the reality of female power.
If you think you've seen "The Backlot Murders" before, it's because you have, it's a remake of "Friday 13th" or "A Nightmare On Elm Street" but without even the semblance of a plot, evidently someone else realised this because the two films are referenced in one of the weightier moments of this shapeless monstrosity. The other cultural references are equally forgettable.
There is a bit of a twist towards the end, but a glass of water with a twist of lemon is still basically a glass of water, and rubbish with a twist is still rubbish.
A rock band (so-called) get a break in the form of the girlfriend of one of their number whose father is a big shot in the industry. They are contracted to (or wrangle) a music video on a set once used by Steven Spielberg.
The first victim is a special effects technician who is dispatched with one blow of an axe. His co-worker follows in quick succession, impaled on a piece of wood. And on it goes.
The one redeeming feature of this truly awful film is Charles Fleischer who excels as the temperamental Director. Him and maybe the classic line at about 37 minutes on the reality of female power.
If you think you've seen "The Backlot Murders" before, it's because you have, it's a remake of "Friday 13th" or "A Nightmare On Elm Street" but without even the semblance of a plot, evidently someone else realised this because the two films are referenced in one of the weightier moments of this shapeless monstrosity. The other cultural references are equally forgettable.
There is a bit of a twist towards the end, but a glass of water with a twist of lemon is still basically a glass of water, and rubbish with a twist is still rubbish.