Just Before Dawn
USA 1982. Director: Jeff Lieberman
Cast: Gregg Henry, Deborah Benson, George Kennedy, Mike Kellin

Inbreed time, lock your doors. A handful of kids are planning to camp in the woods. That's deep deep down in the woods of Oregon. Forest Ranger and good ol' boy George Kennedy warns them, no campers around these parts please, this is dangerous country. The kids (including Jack Lemmon's son Chris and an unrecognizable Gregg Henry) obviously don't listen to an old fart so they drive on. Sure enough, as soon as the night falls over the campfire the party begin to hear weird noises from around them. Someone is lurking in the woods. No worry, it's just two ugly fat-assed inbred hillbilly freaks with bad breath and an urge to slaughter all intruders.

Just Before Dawn must be one of the more underrated slasher-movies of its era (the golden era). It's certainly much creepier than, say, any of the Friday the 13th movies. Director Jeff Lieberman (Squirm) shows a keen sense for gritty suspence and the film has plenty of really disturbing images. The violence isn't that graphic, although a guy is stabbed horribly in the crotch already in the film's first minute and the heroine ultimately survives by stuffing her fist down the killer's throat till he chokes to death. On the minus side the characters are just as annoying and stereotype as in any other movie of the kind, but that's expected, and the cinematography is often so damn dark and murky it's hard to see what's going on. There's also plenty of microphones popping hillariously into frame. Nontheless, it's an atmospheric enough lowrent companion to The Hills Have Eyes and Deliverance worth dusting off for a second look.


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