The Night Brings Charlie (1990)
Dir.
Tom Logan
Written
by Bruce Carson
Starring
Kerry Knight, Aimie Tenaglia, Joe Fishback, Monica Simmons, David
Carr, “and Chuck Whitings as Charlie”
Let
us pause, friends, to consider the beauty of simple things. A pint of
stout on brisk Fall evening. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on
kittens. THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE. No matter what changes in this
crazy topsy-turvy world, some things will always stay the same; pure,
simple, uncomplicated. I mean, hell, I just like saying
it:
THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE. It’s the kind of phrase you can tinker
with the emphasis to create new subtle layers of meaning. The
Night...
Brings
Charlie. The Night Brings... Charlie.
The Night Brings
Charlie.
It’s like a haiku.
Now,
if this was just another 80’s slasher, I wouldn’t bother to tell
you it was simple and pure and old fashioned as momma’s apple pie,
you would just assume it was, and you would be right. But THE NIGHT
BRINGS CHARLIE isn’t an 80’s slasher. It’s from fucking 1990.
And it’s not like it was shot in 1986 and sat unreleased for years
or something. This is 1990 through and through, and you can even tell
from the ugly, overlit photography. I don’t know specifically what
happened, but sometime between sundown on December 31st, 1989 and
sunrise on January 1, 1990, the knowledge of how to light a film so
it doesn’t look like the inside of a Wal-Mart vanished collectively
from human memory, and remained gone for almost a full 20 years. Even
in Italy! It was a dark time for film (or, actually, an overlit
time).
This
matters a great deal for civilization, and it certainly serves to
ensure that THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE stays far away from any
possibility of being the kind of primal, amygdala-punishing,
adrenaline-soaked crucible that defines the slasher genre at its
best. But somehow I don’t think that was really what the makers of
THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE were shooting for anyway. I started to form
this theory right around the four-minute mark, when Charlie’s first
victim is discovered (by the way, Charlie gets his first kill within
a minute of the credits ending; The Night may bring Charlie, but he
shows up ready to work) and the paper-deliverer who finds the body
looks directly into the camera and screams like this:
And
so, within the first five minutes of screentime, THE NIGHT BRINGS
CHARLIE tells us what it’s all about: being a simple,
straightforward goofy slasher with no ambitions whatsoever other than
to chop up as many horny teens as possible and maybe have one crazy
twist just so you don’t get too
comfortable.
It knows the score, it knows you
know
the score, it merely wants to sing the old song one more time with
feeling. This is what CHARLIE sets out to do, and this is what it
accomplishes, in a sleek hour and fifteen minutes (and considering director Tom Logan's other 1990 movie was the unbearable SHAKMA, these otherwise modest goals seem altogether audacious in context). If you would like
that, you would probably like this.
The
details make it pretty funny, and sometimes even intentionally so.
There’s a minor Shelley-esque character who jumps out of the bushes
to scare his friends literally the day after their mutual friend was
beheaded. There’s a merry mixup where a group of girlfriends decide
to go spend the night in the killer’s evil abandoned hideout, but
then they all call each other at the last minute and flake out, only
they can’t get in touch with their one friend but figure what the
hell, she’ll figure it out when she gets there alone in the dead of
night. And most notably, there’s a sequence where the killer stalks
one of those young women who like to shower at night on the ground
floor of their home with all the windows (including a window which is
actually inside the shower!) wide open. Granted, all that sounds
pretty standard and easy to relate to, but the funny part is that
she’s drinking a Pepsi from a can in the shower (Pepsi:
the official drink of shower murder victims!)
and she spills it and the pepsi spirals down the drain like in
PSYCHO. It’s pretty amusing to see what at least appears to be a
completely earnest Hitchcock homage in THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE, but
obviously it would be better if she were drinking chocolate syrup. If
you think that would strain credulity, you obviously drink a lot more
Pepsi in the shower than I do.
As
you can tell from the title, there’s not really a lot of doubt as
who the perpetrator is; we know that it’s a heavily-built guy
wearing overalls and a burlap sack over his head with goggles, who
kills people with tree pruning tools. Coincidentally, there happens
to be this guy around town who works as a tree pruner, and he’s a
heavily-built fellow who wears overalls and a burlap sack over his head with goggles on the job, which would not be especially noteworthy
except that due to a hideous disfigurement (a “terrible chainsaw
accident” is mentioned) he wears the same get-up off the clock as
well. And he arrived in town right about the same time as the murders
started. Also, his name is Charlie, and the name of the movie, which
I never miss an opportunity to restate, is THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE.
So I’m thinking this is probably the guy. The night is when he
kills people, but now that I think about it, he’s also around
during the day, and he dresses exactly the same. During the day,
though, he’s able to direct his violent, psychotic rage towards
plantlife, so I guess the title works.
Charlie’s
not exactly an instant icon as a killer, but his vigorous approach
(he likes to remove his victims’ heads as souvenirs) and
distinctive headgear ensure he has what it takes to get the job done.
But even the most iconic killer is nothing without some victims, so
THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE brings us Jenny Parker (Aimee Tenaglia [here
spelled “Aimie” for some reason] ASYLUM OF TERROR), a rebellious
young teenager who just wants to party so goddam much that even the
threat of a rampaging serial killer who just decapitated one of her
friends not two minutes after they parted company can keep her from
immediately scheduling a slumber party. This comes as something of an
unhappy turn of events for her straight-laced sister (Monica Simmons,
[no other credits] putting in some commendable effort at keeping the
“spoilsport goody-two-shoes” sister grounded enough to be
tolerable) and her dad (Joe Fishback, the
as-near-as-I-can-tell-never-released-on-video LANI-LOA) who happens
to be the town coroner. Jenny, who, in point of fact, does not seem
very much to want to remain alive, will ultimately walk alone to an
abandoned barn in the dead of night with a serial killer on the
loose, and it will be up to her sister to save her.
That’s
the skeleton of our story, but mostly THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE is
content to just fuck around and introduce a string of colorful random
characters for Charlie to kill off, which suits me just fine. Charlie
claims his first victim almost immediately, and his next by minute
15, so things are going pretty well. But Charlie’s enthusiasm for
the job seems likely to prove his undoing, because he’s not exactly
keeping a low profile, and cuts a pretty identifiable figure, even
attracting the attention of history’s dumbest witness:
COP:
“So you saw nothing else?”
WITNESS:
(frustrated) “How many times do I have to say it…” (suddenly,
he stops and looks thoughtful). “Wait a minute… I did see…
someone was watching from behind a bush... I think he was wearing a
mask…. His face was covered, and he was kinda creepy. Like evil, ya
know?”
Yeah,
you know what son, that seems like it might have been worth
mentioning.
Anyway,
the cops are onto Charlie so quick that we as filmgoers immediately
suspect something is up. And, SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER
that brings us to the one real twist here, which I am about to spoil.
See, it seems like everything with Charlie is a little too
cut
and dry, and by minute 42, something unexpected has happened: the
cops actually put two and two together and arrested Charlie. Jenny’s
Dad, Mr. Parker, is hauled in to try and get a confession out of
Charlie, who it turns out is an old war buddy who has returned to
town on his invitation. When he comes out of the interrogation room,
he hands the cops a long confession which Charlie has related to him.
Well, that wraps everything up in a neat little package… [starts to
walk away, then thoughtfully turns around] just one more thing:
Everyone
knows Charlie can’t talk after his face got chainsawed off, you
moron!
Yes,
it seems that it is, in fact, harmless old Mr. Parker who
has been dressing like Charlie and offing local teens, and he invited
his old comrade to come back to town as a cover, with the intent of
framing him. For a psycho serial killer who constructed an elaborate
plan to frame his disabled fellow brother-in-arms, he turns out to be a real
nice guy about it, confessing to everything and explaining that he’s
just glad the madness is over. He doesn’t even get mad when the
police investigator (Kerry Knight, KING’S RANSOM) starts to smugly
explain how he figured out the ruse as though it took the world’s
greatest detective to find the hole in the claim that a mute guy
confessed to the whole thing (or maybe he’s just embarrassed that
he fucked this plan up so badly in the most obvious way possible
right at the last minute).
Anyway,
once Mr. Parker’s got this big secret off his chest, everybody’s real
friendly about it, they don’t even handcuff him or make him take
off his Charlie disguise, they just have him sit in the police station
waiting room while they file the necessary paperwork. But something’s
not adding up here, because the movie’s still got 25 minutes to go.
So as the manipulative serial murderer and the detective who could
hardly fail to catch him sit chatting amiably at the police desk, Parker
offhandedly mentions that he’s just glad Charlie is off the
streets. The cop chides him mildly for pointing the finger at an
innocent man who just happens to look and act exactly like a serial
killer in every way. But what’s this? “Charlie, innocent?”
Parker huffs, “hardly!” “I thought you knew the whole story!
Don’t you understand? Charlie’s like me! Only worse!” Sure,
I killed two people, but the real
unstoppable
killing machine is still out there!
The
cop says nothing and looks down shamefacedly. Oh, what’s that you
glorified traffic cop, you just let the guy who was
obviously
a
serial killer walk free, with a sincere apology for wasting his time?
Not feeling so much like Columbo now, are we?
Correctly
realizing that the cops in this town couldn’t find a serial killer
if he literally wore a mask and goggles around every day in broad
daylight, Parker escapes custody (basically just by standing up and
walking back outside, so now this police department has just lost two
serial
killers in one night. Hopefully sheriff isn’t an elected position
in this town!) and hunts down Charlie at his secret barn hideout for
a final showdown. It's weird that this Machiavellian serial killer gets to be the hero at the end, but since Fishback is far and away the most entertaining actor in the movie, I'm OK with it. Oh, and he’s also still dressed as Charlie, so
it’s pretty funny when the two Charlies finally have to duke it out.
END
SPOILER END SPOILER END SPOILER END SPOILER END SPOILER
Anyway,
that’s the single, solitary unexpected thing that happens in the
entirety of THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE, but that’s OK. I like that
one little spot of weirdness for flavor, and I like that the rest of
it is just one Charlie or another butchering random people with various garden
tools. It particularly rises to the occasion for the climax, when a
gang of never-before-seen bikers make the mistake of following Charlie back to
his hideout (yes, I believe the filmmakers here might have seen
FRIDAY THE 13th PART III), and he finally has cause to bring out that
chainsaw you already assumed he had stashed somewhere. His lair is a
barn, but for some reason the inside is bathed in eerie red light. I
don’t know why that would be (maybe he’s developing film in
there?) but it’s the movie’s only attempt at atmosphere, and it
gives the finale a little extra punch. Charlie’s all about the
little bit of extra punch. I’m not going to sit here and claim that
THE NIGHT BRINGS CHARLIE is good, or scary, or even baseline
competent; in many ways, it’s uglier and cheaper and the acting is
worse than the already pretty bottom-of-the-barrel BLOOD FRENZY. But it’s definitely trying harder to entertain, and that counts for
a lot around these parts.
Also
I think it’s commendable that they have a character named Charlie
who went crazy in Vietnam and is usually found up on ladders trimming
trees, and they never make a “Charlie’s in the trees!” joke. I
mean, it’s not something I’d be able to resist.
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TAGLINE
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None,
oddly.
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TITLE
ACCURACY
|
Oh,
100%
|
LITERARY
ADAPTATION?
|
No
|
SEQUEL?
|
None
yet, but Charlie absolutely deserves a couple of hacky DTV sequels
or even a gritty reimagining by Rob Zombie.
|
REMAKE?
|
None
|
COUNTRY
OF ORIGIN
|
USA
|
HORROR
SUB-GENRE
|
Slasher
|
SLUMMING
A-LISTER?
|
Absolutely
not.
|
BELOVED
HORROR ICON?
|
None.
|
NUDITY?
|
Yes
|
SEXUAL
ASSAULT?
|
No
|
WHEN
ANIMALS ATTACK!
|
None
|
GHOST/
ZOMBIE / HAUNTED BUILDING?
|
None
|
POSSESSION?
|
No
|
CREEPY
DOLLS?
|
None
|
EVIL
CULT?
|
None.
|
MADNESS?
|
Just
in the usual slasher sense.
|
TRANSMOGRIFICATION?
|
None.
|
VOYEURISM?
|
Yes,
Charlie watches a woman shower and we get his POV. Oddly, I’m
not 100% sure he actually kills her.
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MORAL
OF THE STORY
|
This
town needs
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