Genre fans are nothing if not specific, boiling films down to their bare-bones essence for purposes of classification. Only they could invent a term such as “Canuxploitation” for horror films of the 1970s and ’80s made in Canada.
Cross-pollination with new technology yields “My Bloody Valentine 3-D” as a result. Part remake, part continuation of the 1981 original, the new film connects to its predecessor most strongly by reviving the Jason-ish villain in an industrial jumpsuit, helmet and gas mask who dutifully works his way through the ranks of a small mining community. He wheezes and he kills.
There are likely many out there for whom the phrase “My Bloody Valentine” has been completely co-opted by the English band that in the interim adopted the title as its name. Yet anyone expecting even a nod to the group’s swoony romanticism will be sorely disappointed.
“My Bloody Valentine 3-D” is a straight-ahead, meat-and-potatoes slasher-stalker picture. In 3-D.
