Last night I watched a 1989 horror-thriller film on Tubi called Beware, Children At Play! There are many peripherally interesting things about this film, but it is really hard to get through due to general badness.
The film began with Troma’s logo. Uh oh. A Troma Team Presentation will at least be a film not conventionally satisfying, and at worst, garbage.
I will give big points for originality. Bear with me; The opening scenes show a man playing with his son in the forest. The father is always quoting Anglo-Saxon poetry, especially Beowolf, and they’re playing Beowolf, so he’s catching the son with pretend plans to eat him. I’ve always thought this pretending at cannibalism with kids was a terrible idea (more so?) after reading the story of the murderer Issei Sagawa, who developed a fetish as a child because his uncle pretended to be a monster cooking him in a pot, and acted on it as an adult.
Anyway, the same deal happens in this film. The father’s injured by a bear trap. Three days later, son by his side, the father dies. The son immediately tears the father open – while quoting Beowolf(!!!).
Here’s the originality – this incident results in the son growing up in the wild, becoming the cult leader of a bunch of kidnapped children who quote Beowolf at strangers before mobbing and cannibalising them.
I’ve already made this sound much better than it is.
The film is weakly acted, always risible, boring, sometimes entirely out of focus (weird, because there’s all this great steadicam work) and the audience is always ahead of the characters.
The mobbing kids are freshly scrubbed. One girl is kidnapped from her happy household one day, and the next she’s already rampaging with the cannibals, fully converted with no lead-in time. An urchin pal hands her some flesh and says, ‘Try it, it’s good,’ and she smiles and says, ‘Alright.’ This isn’t meant to be any kind of joke. It’s serious but badly done.
The film’s final scene suddenly lifted it all a point in my IMDB score by being completely cynical, unexpected, and also making the film unsaleable: The investigating hero is shot through the head, then the parents of all the cannibal kids massacre their kids in a gory setpiece. No redemption here.
It turns out that investigating hero was played by an Australian, Michael Robertson. I didn’t notice him putting on an accent. And he’s now a prolific producer here. I’ve seen multiple films he’s had a hand in, though I’ve never noted him by name before.
Weirder and weirder.
-Wade