1984 has a lot to be proud of; Scarlett Johansson was born (My wife); Wham was climbing the charts; Terror in the Aisles, Dune, and A Nightmare on Elm Street were tearing up the box office; A-ha released take on me; MTV used to actually show music video's; parachute pants were in style...
Then again, 1984 has a lot to be ashamed of; Ashlee Simpson was born, Marvin Gaye was murdered, Def Leppard's drummer lost his arm, parachute pants were in style... and this turd of a movie came out.
A murderer is running loose through the streets of London, hunting down men dressed as Santa and killing them all in different, and extremely violent, fashions. Inspector Harris has decided to take on the unenviable task of tracking down the psychopath, but he's going to have his work cut out for him.
Thanks Great Britain, at least someone else joined the U.S. in churning out crappy slasher flicks in the 80's.
