Sunday, October 25, 2020

Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988)

  I can't believe I've never reviewed this film here.  I had a bad night and I needed to watch something comforting but still Halloween-y.  

Elvira (as herself) has been grinding as a hostess for low-budget sci-fi and horror films on one lousy TV channel after another but dreams of having a fabulous show of her own in Las Vegas.  She thinks her dreams are about to come true when she receives a telegram stating that an inheritance is waiting for her in Falwell, Massachusetts, but instead of a boatload of cash, all she finds is a dilapidated house, a yappy poodle, and an ancient book of recipes that frankly should come with a warning label.  It is, in fact, a spell book that confers upon the holder all the power of the dark.  Elvira's evil Uncle Vincent (W. Morgan Sheppard) would do anything to get his hands on it, including weaponizing the conservative townspeople against her.  

It's a credit to Cassandra Peterson for creating an alter ego/character that has weathered the test of time like this.  Over thirty years old and the quips are still sharp, the themes still valid, and even the special effects hold up.  Yes, it's campy and corny.  That is very on-brand.  A true Halloween classic.

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