X-Ray/Hospital Massacre

I honestly probably should watch this movie a second time before I even bother posting on here about it, but I'm going to do it anyway. What happened was a) I was tired as shit from work, which isn't uncommon and b) for some reason amazon instant really fucked up about 3/4 of the way into this movie so even if I wasn't already falling asleep from being drained, amazon instant decided it was a good idea to go back to the loading screen when the stream started, but keep the audio going. Nice. But from what I was able to watch before both of those facts kicked in, this movie was still a little stiff even though it was a tad entertaining.

 

A brother and sister are playing with a train set in the living room, and some kid named Harold leaves a valentine he made especially for Susan on the doorstep and rings the doorbell. He runs away. Susan opens the door, brings it in, reads it, shows it to her brother, her brother crinkles it up and throws it on the ground laughing. Harold sees this through the window. 

 

Harold kills Susan's brother by hanging him by the mouth on the coat rack?? That really doesn't make too much sense.

 

19 years later, Susan grows up into the amazingly sexy Barbi Benton.

 

She has a daughter and a dick for an ex-husband. What a shocker.

 

Susan goes to the hospital for some test results or whatever.

 

Harold in the hospital window with the surgeon mask on really makes me think of that under edited scene from The Last Slumber Party where someones face gets sliced pretty hilariously.

 

Susan's been in the hospital for a lot longer than she should have been. Don't you think her new boyfriend would've called the cops by now or something? Or go in to see what's going on?

 

  That janitor is freaking creepy.

 

Harold stabs one of the doctors and gets some sweet blood spurts all over himself.

 

Susan takes her shirt off and "the doc" very slowly and suggestively does a check up on her with his stethoscope. You get to see her breasts for almost a good five minutes or so.

 

This is basically where the combination of those two reasons I mentioned at the beginning of this post prohibited me from finishing watching this potentially entertaining hospital slasher film. You would think I would've stayed awake to see what happened after seeing Barbi Benton's boobs for almost five minutes, but apparently it wasn't enough. I'll probably give it another go in the near future.