Forget about the total lack of believable plot. And the acting was about the level of a junior high student film. "Goodness, my father has hit in the head with an ax. I must fall down now. And now I must go insane for a few years." Ha ha. The celluloid film quality is only a little better than super-eight film, and the sound is no better that a hand-held Radio Shack tape recorder. Skip this and find some Steven King. This could have been an idea that worked out if they handled the contrasts correctly--an orphaned teen seems non-chalant instead of horrified, police act mildly amused as the shoot the clown in the opening sequence, and the omni-present blood looks like day-glow silly string It doesn't have enough bad lines to be accepted as camp, just faulty cinema.