Nonureva Really Surprised!

Stellead Don't listen to the Hype. It's awful

Onlinewsma Absolutely Brilliant!

Kaelan Mccaffrey Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

Uriah43 "Pete Giullani" (Wayne Crawford) and "Katherine Hall" (Kay Lenz) are two Miami detectives who are partners and are given an assignment to investigate a series of brutal murders among the small Nigerian community in their city. At the same time Pete has just learned that his wife is having an affair and because of that he has decided to move out of the house. Not knowing where else to turn he goes to the only person he can trust—who happens to be Katherine--and asks to move in temporarily with her. She reluctantly agrees even though she has a boyfriend and a private life of her own. Unfortunately, if that wasn't enough, the murders begin to increase and soon both Pete and Katherine begin to suspect that the person responsible for these grisly murders may not be human after all—and it has now targeted them. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that, although the plot certainly seemed interesting enough, I found this film to be somewhat disappointing overall. For starters, the demon wasn't depicted until the end of the film and when it was finally shown it looked quite ridiculous. Likewise, too much time was spent on the subplot involving Pete's marriage which wasn't even remotely interesting. Additionally, other than Kay Lenz, none of the actors really stood out and for that reason it was hard to get overly enthused about this movie at all. That said, I have rated this movie accordingly. Slightly below average.

udar55 Detectives Katherine Hall (Kay Lenz) and Pete Giullani (Wayne Crawford) are investigating a bizarre series of beheadings in Miami. With Christopher Lambert nowhere to be seen, they focus on a small community of Nigerian immigrants who believe they are being haunted by a vengeful spirit from their homeland. Before you can say THE BELIEVERS, our heroes find themselves targets and their personal lives attacked. This is a pretty average 80s horror flick that loses points for being boring. It is too bad because director Francis Schaeffer stages some effective scenes (all of the kill scenes are well done), but then bungles the human drama. The end has Crawford chasing the main beast - that looks kind of like Rawhead Rex - around a tiny backyard with a chainsaw. The movie needed more crazy stuff like this, and less stuff like Crawford arguing with his wife. The film ends with Headhunter being resurrected back in Africa, but no sequel arrived.

lost-in-limbo The constant bad swipes this low-rent South American horror film receives might be justified, but I didn't think it was entirely terrible. Mostly wooden, and more often vapid you could say, with the occult idea being push aside for lame (and oddly placed) soapy domestic quibbles of the two police detectives (likeably played by Wayne Crawford and Kay Lenz) who are chasing a killer that unusually decapitates its victims, and might be something supernatural of African origins. Cool! No not cool. This offbeat angle is left high and dry, and just frustrates with its sloppy pace and bland script. Quite a drag! Well up until the frenetic climax. Having the two leads being fully developed is fine, but still it leaves us with too many questions about our ugly looking demon. The underwritten premise is randomly disjointed and terribly unclear and inconsistent in its motives. Never does it become much fun, as its light on suspense, action and gratuitous splatter. Nor does it have any sort of camp value. It needed to go out on a limb to achieve excitement, because it sadly underplays itself and goes about things seriously. The convincing location choices however, seemed to invoke an effective atmospheric tenor, and Hans Kuhle's free-flowing camera-work is well done. Julian Laxton's howling music score has a thumping, menacing tone that won't let up. The rubber demon looks tacky and bulky, but decent for such a budget. Watchable fluff, but not one to lose your head over.

JoeytheBrit Headhunter was one of those movies that was always on the shelf of your local video shop back in the early 90s. It was always there because nobody ever rented it and nobody ever rented it because the biggest cast names it could muster were a couple of second-string TV actors – usually a sure sign that a film is going to stink. To me, Kay Lenz is and always will be Nick Nolte's squeeze in Rich Man, Poor Man and Steve Kanaly will always be that ranch-hand who never got to say much in Dallas. Kanaly only has a support role here - the lead male is played by an actor called Wayne Crawford whom I have never heard of but who bears a passing resemblance to an old British footballer called Ian Rush.The story concerns a visit to Miami by an African demon who goes around chopping people's heads off for reasons that are never particularly made clear. Lenz and Crawford are the cops who are assigned the case. Lenz is seeing a uniformed cop, while Crawford's wife has just dumped him for a woman. You think Lenz and Crawford will get it on before the end credits, but they don't, which is at least original if nothing else. They're not having much luck on the case until a suspect who looks suspiciously like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction introduces himself at one of the crime scenes and puts them wise re. the demon. Going from disbelieving sceptics to devout believers in a couple of scenes for no apparent reason, our two heroes spend the following hour running around in circles wondering what to do… Despite my snipey synopsis, this film isn't really too bad. Or at least it's entertaining enough in its own small, unambitious way, although there is very little consistency in any aspect of it from performances to script to direction, and there is a very real sense that you're watching a neat 40-minute short padded out to 90 minutes as the whole thing grows increasingly repetitive. And director Francis Schaeffer obviously believes that if you repeatedly mention Playboy and show enough signs saying "This is Miami" viewers will eventually be brainwashed into believing the movie wasn't shot in South Africa after all.There are a couple of neat scenes here that look as if they belong in some other film: Crawford running into a hardware store and buying a chainsaw on his way to do battle with the demon strikes an agreeable note of absurdity, while the demon's hand trailing across a TV screen showing an old black-and-white horror movie is also well done. The ending is quite fun in a campy sort of way that is totally at odds with the tone of the rest of the film, and Kay Lenz makes an agreeable heroine despite some of the poor dialogue she is given. She's a pretty woman, Lenz; small, but with a generous mouth, small chin and wide jaw. She wears pink socks with a blue dress in this one