And this is my version of being festive.

While I am sure that in the past I have talked about my love of horror films, but I am not as sure that I mentioned where my love of the genre originated. Who was it that introduced me to the likes of Chucky, Jason, Freddy, and the like? Who made sure that my nights were full of blood, guts and violence? Who would have loved to sit down with me to watch this Brittish horror film?

M is for the murders that we witnessed
O is for the organs that were slashed
T is for something that starts with T
H is for Horror or something
E is for...we will circle back to that
R is for...OK this fell apart quick

Yes my eternal love of tereble horror films started with my mom, siting down with me with a VHS copy of some horror movie from Video Villa, or, on Fridays, watching Monster-vision with Jo Bob Briggs, Svengoolie, MST3K, and whatever else we could watch. To this day, when I come back out of the city to visit, we will see what is on demand on In fact, the only thing I think we watched more together than horror films was the Three Stooges, but that is neither here nor there.

Not that there isn't the occasional overlap.

But we weren't destined to watch this screamer together, as I watched it on the train on the way out to see her for Mother's Day, which severely limited mt ability to yell indignantly at the screen when things got terrible, which, had I been at home, would have happened quite a bit with "Mothers Day Evil"

"Mothers Day Evil" or "Curio" as it seems to be called in the UK is a horror film that is one part "Psycho" one part "Misery" and...actually, it is quite a bit of Misery. Quite a bit indeed. 

In "Evil", a young American mother and her daughter are traveling to her late Uncle's cabin what was, for some reason, left to her. While sitting in her new, ultra British home, she is visited by a random old psychic, as is wont to happen I suppose, and, as is the cliche at this point, she speaks with a demon voice and dies. Thinking that the young american is some sort of ESP Killer, she is promptly arrested and, next thing you know, injured and trapped in a bed watched over by a crazy fundamentalist who speaks to his mother all the time. Over all there isn't much to see in the story department, but that doesn't mean there isn't more to the movie, does it?

Quite unfortunately, yes it does. Almost every part of this movie is terrible. In fact I can think of only one redeeming quality to this movie. What is it? Well you will just have to read to the end. That is called suspense folks, look it up.

Starting with the worst and working our way to the better, the main actress is so amazing bad at acting it almost seems like a joke. Jennifer Bryer delivers her lines with the same inflection as if she was on the set of "Bottom Blasters 14"

Pictured: Bottom Blasters 14

You know when you see a movie with someone with whom English is a second or third language, and it is obvious that they learned their lines phonically because the way they enunciate is completely alien. Well that is still better than the acting in "Mother's Day Evil." Everyone, save for one actor seemed positively perplexed by the concept of acting. That one who knew what he was doing was the villain "Len" played by Wayne Russel, who was legitimately creepy and terrifying in his portrayal  In fact, it is safe to say that if it wasn't for his work in this movie, I would have given up within the first half an hour in.

Which leads me to the only other part of the movie that was worth it, has the suspense built to lofty crescendo? If it has, then it is safe to assume there is something majorly wrong with you.  So what was the bright point in an otherwise terrible movie? The cinematography. Simply put, this film is amazingly well shot and well well laid out. In fact, I would dare say this film is beautiful. Which is a real shame because everything else in this movie is so amazingly bad that I can't even recommend it for the stylish visuals. Go ahead and give this one a pass, it is not worth the time.

And happy mothers day y'all.

Rating D

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