The death of you!
Three elementary school students who don’t have the physical strength to commit the sadistic murders we saw in the first ten minutes end up being killers. They were born during a solar eclipse and that makes them evil, somehow. Like most deranged kids of the early 1980s, these guys spy on a naked chick through a peep hole the size of a hot-air balloon, unnoticed, to kill time.
The three brats are ruthless. Their minds are synchronized, and they just don’t give a damn. They’re not even careful about getting caught. It’s weak writing, through and through, but it’s amusing. The score and murders are reminiscent of Friday the 13th, and the exposition of Halloween, but that’s where similarities end. Think Village of the Damned with a 1980s sauce.
Bloody Birthday is a hybrid of things we love about this decade. Since the identities of the killers are revealed early on, the writers don’t feel the need to make them methodical. You then get to go behind the scenes and see it all happen, from their perspective. They’re sloppy and we don’t buy their curse for a second. Add to this a lascivious scene every ten minutes and you’re in for a treat!