Showing posts with label Tony March. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 6, 2021

Short Takes: 'Shallow Grave' (1987) ★★ 1/2

Poster image for the 1987 movie SHALLOW GRAVE
I remember seeing this title at one of the video stores I frequented in the early ’90s when I lived in Tennessee. Though mildly curious, I never rented it, dismissing it as just one more lazy cash-grab on the slasher trash heap. Decades later Shallow Grave ended up on Tubi, as lazy cash-grabs so often do, and since streaming has made me a much less discerning movie consumer, I decided to give it a watch. And, whadda you know, it’s not half bad.

Sue Ellen (Lisa Stahl), Patty (Carol Cadby), Rose (Donna Baltron) and Cindy (Just Kelly – no, really), four misbehaving students at a Catholic women’s college up North, take a road trip down to Fort Lauderdale. Their plans for beachside debauchery—including hooking up with the two cute guys they met on the road—take a detour when a flat tire strands the women in Medley, Georgia (Rose took out the spare for more luggage room, because girls, amiright?) What should be a temporary delay becomes a fight to stay alive when Sue Ellen witnesses Medley’s sheriff (Tony March, whose bare chest is photographed more admiringly than his female co-stars’) murder his side piece, Angie.

Shallow Grave is not so much a slasher as it is a hicksploitation thriller. Before you get to the good parts, though, you must make it through the first twenty minutes, which play like a lamer sequel to producer Allan Carr’s tacky Where the Boys Are remake. You’ll be looking forward to seeing the girls get terrorized by the time they reach Georgia, if not rooting for their demise. My sympathies increased as the characters—those that survive, at least—developed. This character growth, as well as the actors’ above-average performances, made the bleak ending even more impactful. There’s even a bit of racial commentary (inadvertent, I’m sure) when the girls are afraid to enter a barbecue joint with a largely Black customer base but dismiss the mostly white residents of Medley as harmless yokels.

Shallow Grave is no hidden gem—it’s got nothing on that other Shallow Grave—but it’s better than you’d expect, and certainly better than anyone would have expected from the director of Sorceress II: The Temptress. Besides, you could make worse choices on Tubi.