Camp Dread

Synopsis: The "Summer Camp" horror trilogy was one of the most popular franchises of the 1980s. However, the decade ended and so did director/writer Julian Barrett's career. Now Barrett has a plan to resurrect "Summer Camp" in a modern reboot that entails using a reality show as its template and source of fundraising. Should it succeed Barrett would once again be at the helm. Bringing together an eclectic group of young "contestants" as well as his former stars Rachel Steele and John Hill, Barrett seems to have put together a sure fire recipe for success. Then people start dying. For real. And "elimination" takes on a whole new meaning as "Dead.tv" clearly shows the slasher film has grown up.
Director(s): B. Harrison Smith
Production: RLJ/Image Entertainment
 
IMDB:
3.9
NOT RATED
Year:
2014
94 min
4 Views

- [Voiceover] Do you

think you're a good child

to your parents?

- Why do you want to be on TV?

- I don't wanna be on TV.

- Why you gotta

film me and shit?

Is this like some kinda

intervention or something?

- I didn't ask to be here.

- This outward bound shit

is a lot better than rehab.

Or sleeping with my hands

over my ass in jail.

- I'm being punished

because I have a girlfriend.

- Reality TV.

Can't say I watch it too much.

- Describe yourself

with just single words.

- Okay, let's see.

Nice, sincere,

and innocent.

Is that gonna get me on?

- Protective.

- Unpredictable.

- Really? Come on.

That's like,

like a, is there

another question?

Cause,

- Shark fuckin' just

snatched it man,

like, a flip, I

went under and like,

when I came to I had one leg.

- Are you serious?

- Nah. I mean it sounds better

than a motorcycle

accident though.

Right?

- Why do you want to be on TV?

- I got good hair.

- F*ck you.

(cellphone buzzing)

- [Voiceover] Mr. Barrett,

this is Kim France

of Globus Financial,

about your past,

- [Voiceover]

Julian, this is Brian

at Frontier Pictures, we

wanna talk Summer Camp reboot.

ASAP, give a shout.

- [Voiceover] It's me Barrett.

Money's been transferred.

Call me on this number.

- [Voiceover] How do

you feel about death?

- What?

(clicking)

(light guitar music)

(light guitar music)

(light guitar music)

- [Myrna] So, how goes

the camp, Mr. Barrett?

- [Julian] Up and running

in two weeks, Mryna.

- Good. What can I getcha?

- The usual.

- I knew that, just checking.

- Thank you, darlin'.

- [Woman] Get in the

car, get in the car!

- [Michael] I'm gonna

speak to Julian.

- [Woman] You'e not gonna

speak to Julian, Michael.

- [Michael] Yes I am.

- [Woman] About what?

- [Michael] I need to

speak to him about,

(bells jingling)

- How goes it Sheriff?

- I was thinking

of making a visit,

little bit later on today.

- How's your deputy brother?

- [Myrna] Yeah, why

didn't Michael come in?

Tell him I got some

free pie, he doesn't

have to sit out

there in the heat.

- Yes, he does.

But thank you Myrna,

I'll tell him.

- Problems with

your deputy brother?

- Nothin' I can't handle.

- [Julian] Thank you Mynra.

- [Myrna] You're welcome again,

let me get you some utensils.

- [Julian] Okay

- My dad told me that

you two never got along

when you were making

your movies up here.

- He was right.

Now you and me are in

bed together, who knew?

Kinda awkward, don'tcha think?

- I never saw any of

your movies, not one.

I don't watch horror movies.

- Why is that?

- Well, because I

think that they suck.

- Okey dokey.

Oh, I uh,

haven't really said it but

I'm sorry about your dad.

To Ray, f*ck cancer.

- Look, look, the only

reason that I am even

agreeing to do this,

is because my

father gave his life

for this cum stain of a town

and while you were here

and you're off making

your movies and getting

rich and everything

all he got was a pat on

the back and a gold watch

after 50 years of service,

while cancer ate his stomach.

- There goes my appetite.

Look, it ain't

gonna happen to you.

All you gotta do is

learn to play the game.

All you gotta do.

- [Sheriff] So much

for reality TV.

- There's no such

thing as reality TV.

It's all plotted out

down to the last detail.

Unlike our reality, Donyln.

- So, tell me about these kids

you've got comin' up here,

anything I need to know about?

- They're not kids, they're

in their 20's at least

and I told ya everything.

So, you really like

playin' sheriff?

- How bad does it have

to be when you've gotta

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