Showing posts with label The Prowler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Prowler. Show all posts

Sunday, April 5, 2026

What I've Caught Up With, March 2026 Part 2

I had planned to finish the show Evil by the end of the month as my workout show, but an injury kept me out of the gym for a couple of weeks, so I’m still a week or so away from finishing. I did cross off a few large shows in March, though. I got through The Ray Bradbury Theater, a show that had some significant high points and a few low points. I also finished The Good Wife, all 156 episodes, a show I’ve been watching for months. And, on the opposite end of the spectrum in terms of speed, I burned through The Dragon Prince on NetFlix—a show that has some interesting similarities to Avatar: The Last Airbender. Strong recommend.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

You've Seen This Before

Film: The Prowler
Format: Streaming video from Tubi TV on the new internet machine.

I’m not a huge fan of the slasher subgenre. I mean, I recognize that there are some classics that are worth watching, but slashers are at least potentially the most brain-dead part of the genre. All you need to make a slasher is a backstory to give you a maniac and a series of dumb teenagers (usually) to walk in front of the blade. Slashers don’t get points for cool camera work or for interesting plots. The only thing that distinguishes one slasher from the next is the amount of blood and the inventiveness of the kills. Yes, there are exceptions. The Prowler is absolutely not one of those exceptions.

We’re going to start with the tragic backstory that leads us to the twisted murderer. In the waning days of World War II, a young woman named Rosemary sends a Dear John letter to her unnamed boyfriend. A few months later, Rosemary is out with her new boyfriend at a college dance when the two of them are murdered with a sharpened pitchfork. We get to see that the killer was dressed in full WWII military regalia. We also get to see that the killer leaves behind a single rose, almost certainly for Rosemary. It would seem that anyone with half a brain would suspect Rosemary’s jilted boyfriend, but evidently that never happens (and we’re not told his identity) and the murder is somehow unsolved.