Valentine’s day comes but once a year, and if My Bloody Valentine is anything to go by, that is something to be very, very happy about. Not only because of all the heart-gouging murders, but because of the sheer lacklustre naffness of it.
We arrive in a small mining town in the run up to Valentine’s day to find the youngsters (they don’t actually look all that young, mind) are all aquiver for the big Valentine’s dance. Unfortunately for them, there’s a party pooper in town who sets about bumping off various locals and leaving threatening notes demanding they call off the dance. Or die!
I don’t really want to dwell on the story because there isn’t much to dwell on so I’ll simply say that this is a low-budget valentine’s themed slasher that, like the hairstyles within, has not aged well.