***This post has a BONUS at the end for those of you who knew my wife Amy (www.amydixonfitness.com) in high school.
I just can’t help myself. After yesterday’s insane 80’s flick I just had to wallow in my nutty 80’s horror world yet again. Ladies and gentlemen I present to you a Corman classic, Chopping Mall. Man oh man, for a movie that most people (outside of the obsessive horror world) have never even heard of, there is SO much interesting trivia and tidbits about this movie. For instance, its original title was “Killbots” and it failed bigtime at the box office, so they decided to rerelease it later with probably one of my favorite all time horror titles ever. I mean just read it out loud in your deep scary voice and let your throat feel how cool it is – CHOPPING MALL. Bwahaha! Anyway, this little ditty is pretty damn basic. Bunch of teens hide out in a mall for a party, but the “high-tech” security robots were struck by lightning, see? And now they’ve malfunctioned and out for blood. This movie is friggin’ awesome for a ton of reasons. First, it’s a total Corman cash-in (like many of them), with this one being an obvious, “Hey Terminator did well, let’s do one of those except with way less money!” But that’s not a bad thing at all because this is like the full exploitation version of a borderline exploitation flick already. It’s no coincidence that it was directed by Jim Wynorski, one of the absolute kings of exploitation. The man who famously said, “Breasts are the cheapest special effect in our business.” Yep, that’s what you’re getting. Gratuitous nudity, gratuitous violence, one-liners that are just a delight, and especially you get… the mall. It is soooo much fun being in a mall back in the 80’s. Those of us with fond memories of record stores and food courts, this couldn’t be more nostalgic. Just wallow in and enjoy.
***BONUS. On a personal note, speaking of nostalgic, the main character Kelli Maroney looks exactly like my wife did back in her high school years. Here are two photos of Kelli in Chopping Mall followed by an utterly fantastic retro shot of my wife in high school. Maybe you don’t see it, but watching this movie, I always did.
Sorry, Amy. I had to.