Killer Instinct opens with a horde of vigilantes chasing a bloodied someone through some smartly lighted woodland. After he stops off to stab an unfortunate fellow that has his back turned, they eventually catch up with him and quite literally bundle him! (I was actually expecting one of them to shout Bundles!') He must've really upset these townsfolk because out comes the noose and the man is hung by the neck until the screen fades. Clichés abound when the words 15 years later pop up on the screen and we're introduced to a troupe of banal teens that discuss a massacre that occurred as many years earlier. (Round a bonfire no less!) Meanwhile, the backdrop gives us a subplot concerning a businesswoman (Dee Wallace Stone) who wants - or is trying to purchase - some property from a played to be' sadistic Corbin Bernsen. Anyway back to the teens, who are now (extremely unoriginally) talking about spending the night in the abandoned asylum where the slayings took place. Their posse consists of the all the typical ingredients that are now solidly encrypted into the slasher movie guidebook. Annoying guy, slut, randy couple and girl that can sense the danger that lies ahead, you know the drill! Surprisingly however, I hadn't yet picked out an obvious surviving heroine'; none of the offerings were shy, reclusive or virginal. Hmmm! They finally make their way into the desolate building, which really looks a lot more like a normal house. It's also worth noting that for a place that has been left to rot for fifteen years, it's extremely well preserved! There are no light bulbs so an unusually large amount of candles give us our lighting (but where on Earth did they get them?), meanwhile unbeknown to them, their chances of leaving have just taken a downslide due to the doors and windows locking mysteriously. Before long it's decided that a game is in order, preferably one that'll split the group up so they can wonder off to their doom! They choose to take off their underwear and put it in a bag so someone else can hide them around the location, before they all separate to search the garments out (seriously!). But before they leave, Wendy (Paige Moss) digs through the briefs and shows them off so that everyone can have a giggle at what their friends were wearing (I'm not kidding, I swear!) It's hardly shocking when we learn that a masked killer seems to think that their numbers need trimming and sets traps so that they stumble on to their impending fate!
Killer Instinct boasts some competent photography and lighting and the darkened set locations manage to look fairly spooky. The methods of murder are authentic and also pretty interesting. My favourite was when a guy lying on a bed was showered with broken glass from a trap door above him, one piece slicing straight through his stomach and is next seen sticking to the floor below the mattress! There was also a smart decapitation and the use of a venomous snake, which is at least, a new one on me. When the killer is unmasked at the end, you'll be fairly surprised at the conclusion. I must admit that it wasn't one that I'd have immediately guessed. But it has to be said that it was rather impossible for him to commit the murders before changing clothes inexplicably quickly so as to keep up the appearance of innocence. Credit should be given to the director for killing off the most annoying character first. If we'd have had to suffer his painful gurning any longer, I'm sure pressing the eject switch would've become a glaring temptation.
`Every cliché has a grain of truth in it.' Mouths one dim-witted character, which could only have been included in the script as an attempt to excuse the director's blatant purloining from previous genre pieces. Here it looks like he's been watching the housebound slashers of yesteryear like House of Death and House on Sorority row, using them as subject matter for this obvious amalgamation. The cast is just what you've come to expect from this grade of movie, lame, untalented and uninspired. Page Moss was probably the most convincing, but she was still fairly weak. She did manage to prove to be the best looking of the bunch, which really wasn't a tough challenge. Bernsen and Stone were equally unconvincing, really slumming it and adding yet another nail to their rapidly closing career coffins. There's a large amount of nudity that'll please younger teenagers, but here it looks especially gratuitous with one girl giving an orgasmic performance that could keep Jenna Jameson checking her shoulders!
The film's main flaws are its horrendous lack of pacing and equally poor efforts at generating any kind of interest. The two separate plot lines seem as if they have very little in common with each other and I found it hard to keep track of the names of any of the characters, because they were so instantly forgettable. I really couldn't find anything to be excited about in either the gore-less murders or the leisurely paced showdown. At one point the house caught fire, which sparked some amusing shots of a scaled model burning that were so obviously fake, it was pitiful! Offerings as mediocre as Killer Instinct are killing off the slasher genre. Although famous for its staggering repetition, the loveable sub-category needs ambition and reinvention if it's going to survive many more years. I bought this because I read somewhere that it was gory with a healthy production, but it's not, it's just lame.
