On 11 February 2020, Scream Factory released released a Collector's Edition Blu-Ray of Canadian slasher My Bloody Valentine. They describe the film thus:
On Valentine's Day, someone always loses their heart. Twenty years ago, this small town lost more than that. When supervisors abandoned their posts to attend the town's annual holiday dance, a tragedy claimed the lives of five miners. The sole survivor, Harry Warden, was institutionalized, but returned for a vengeful massacre on the disaster's first anniversary.
Nineteen years later, the town is gearing up for another Valentine's Day party. Teen sweethearts T.J. and Sarah, along with their friend Axel, are among the excited partygoers. But when a box of candy containing an eerie warning and blood-soaked heart arrive, the townsfolk realize that romance is as good as dead. And so are they ...
The Scream Factory Blu-ray had a million billion extras, including a 4K scan of the uncut original camera negative, and completely sold out in under ten days. There is a serious fanbase for this film. I can see why. Obviously it's also the name of one of my favourite bands, who formed two years after this came out, but claim no knowledge of this film when choosing their monicker.
But, this film is great because takes place in a mine. A slasher film in a mine. Yes please.
But why should you care?
Mabel has made a nice cup of tea (also note LUSCIOUS art direction by Veronica Hadfield)
It's really a metaphor for me and my mate Beth at the start of a three hour Student Education meeting
It features an old dude who has sauntered over from The Fog (also look closely at barman)
This is the police chief and mayor. Who I cannot tell apart, from each other, or from the barman you saw before. I've got this 'old white dude in shirt' facial blindess thing going on
Me and my mate Beth when it looks like the Student Education meeting is going to end on time
TJ's hair, jumper and coat translate as 2021 TREND
In a slasher film you must never wander into a kitchen and gaze into a boiling pot of water (see: Sleepaway Camp ): step away from the hotdogs boy
1930s ghost girl emanating out from bottom of beautiful enamel olive green lampshade that now reads pure high end vintage and I would like for my kitchen
Broken line - no calling the police, TJ. Remember what kind of film this is. Whenever I see a broken landline in a horror film, I think of Boris Karloff quipping 'even the phone is dead' inThe Black Cat
Me and my mate Beth escaping the three hour Student Education meeting after it has overrun seventy five minutes on Any Other Business
Take home point: we should all embrace life as Mabel does