During a campfire ghost-story session the story of a local psycho who massacred his wife and loudmouth kids and then disappeared. It’s told with a warning, don’t call out his name. “Madman Marz!” one dipshit yells out over and over, and old Marz must hear him, so he commences to killing him some loudmouth teens.

Whew, this one is scary! What I mean is, it’s scary how bad this one is. When you’re in the mood for a vintage slasher that’s really got nothing good to speak of except the cheesiest of cheese, look for Madman. Full of moments where you really just marvel at how bad it is. This movie is so cheap, they actually fake a campfire at one point.

Yep, firewood is too pricey for this flick, they used it in one part and couldn’t afford any more so when they needed a take from another angle where someone is kicking out a fire, they just show a close up of him stomping a rock. Smokey the Bear should educate these guys, now people all over are kicking rocks thinking it’ll make a campfire disappear.

But you’ll not be bothered by that, because you’ll be reeling from the ghost story that one of them sings. Yep, he sings a ghost story, and yes, it is scary. If you liked “Warm Side of the Door,” you can’t miss this one, I think it’s “The Ballad of Madman Marz” or something equally insane. I wish I’d ripped the song for my collection.

There are actually a few good moments of suspense, and some decent, albeit goreless, kills. As far as bad slashers go, you get what you’re looking for except for skin. A shame because Gaylen Ross is in it, and I’d have been interested in seeing more hot tub action.

Yeah, my camp never had a hot tub cabin either. Guess it was a promiscuous eighties thing.

2 out of 10 thirty year old teens