Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Blog# 975!!! Dustin Ferguson: Invitation to Die

Hey there gang, I am back again. I know, I know. You missed me terribly. Once again I plan to wibbly wobbly my way through this week's focus, Dustin Ferguson and hope to find some decent horror that does not rely heavily on jump scares, swearing like a sailor and the obligatory titty shots. Sounds odd to be in horror then, right? Believe or not, but a low budget indie doesn't always require nudity for every 10 minutes. How about a throwback not to dissimilar to George Dugdale and Mark Ezra's Slaughter High with a dash of John Carpenter's Halloween as a young lady prepares to go to her high school reunion but instead finds herself being stalked by a lunatic in a clown mask? This is Invitation to Die.


Hmm an invitation to turn down? Our film opens with a basic cable horror host vibe courtesy of Grindhouse Ghoulia (Kerrie Waybright Smith of Shivers Down Your Spine, Remission, Invitation to Die and Camp Blood 5) giving us fond wishes in enjoying our flick.  

 May fortune favor the foolish I say as Brea (Breana Mitchell of Slumber Party Slasherthon, Black Tree Forest III, Doll Killer, Die Sister, Die!, Cheerleader Camp: To the Death, Silent Night, Bloody Night 2: Revival and Camp Blood 5) is in a state of depression after her abusive relationship went belly up and tending bar is not exactly an accomplishment of 10 years she receives an invitation to her 10 year high school reunion. Meanwhile it would appear that not everyone adores Brea as a "shape" (Jarad Allen of Occult Holocaust, Cheerleader Camp: To the Death, Silent Night, Bloody Night 2: Revival and Demon Dolls) or potential mask wearing, deathly quiet be-jumpsuited man is roaming about and removing people that mean something to Brea. Now this could be an oversimplification of the lad's actions, deep down he has a metaphor for life and death but I am convinced he's just crackers. Brea goes to the amusement park and on a whim drops some coin into an old style fortune telling machine that gives her a cryptic message of the actions of a coward will come to light and it hails from her past. Vague it up there Zoltan, Zoltan, Zoltan...who wrote that?


Hellbent to have a good night out and dance the night away, Brea follows the directions to the high school reunion that seem to put her out in the middle of nowhere. Rather than checking with Onstar, our brave heroine steps away from her Cavalier and strides on to the building of ill repute. Seriously, this building looks like it is under construction, forgotten or awaiting supplies to continue building. Investigation into the house, you can find it riddled with bird crap, random tools and the beginnings of a creepy ass shrine to Brea. YuuUuup, Spidey senses are in overdrive!

Our jumpsuit clad loopy is not content with gacking Brea right away. Oh no, he is savoring her like a fine wine allowing her to know there is no one coming to help her and she is on her own. Will Brea get out of this madness? Can she find a phone? Will she ever stop slapping herself for not having a cell?

With no need for padding, our director keeps a good even pace as you wonder whats next. The tension is pretty even, you will feel for the girl Brea being chased and the fact it is occurring in daylight hours, the hours we all feel safe at gives it a bit of an edge. I loved the creeper Mrs. Bates rocking chair facing the window for all to see. 

A young woman having to grow up way too fast and haunted by the past. Hey that rhymed! I know this would be far too close to that particular source material but this is lacking a Donald Pleasance/ Dr. Loomis character warning the whole town that death has made its way and will hunt you all down!! This is more of a psychological thriller than a slasher so I was pleasantly surprised. That hand held does offer different and less conventional shots as well.

Clown no likey you!