My Bloody Valentine

Synopsis: Valentine's Day is coming around and the young people of the small mining town of Valentine's BLuffs are organising a party. A few decades earlier an explosion at the mine trapped six miners underground. One, Harry Warden, survived, though in a deranged state. Warden is sent to a mental hospital but escapes and murders those he deems responsible for the mine accident. Now people are being brutally murdered again, and the townsfolk suspect that it is the work of Harry Warden.
Director(s): George Mihalka
Production: Paramount Pictures
Rotten Tomatoes:
90 min


Hey! Where's Howard and

the rest of the apprentices?

Left at the bottom to find their own

way up. You gotta learn sometime.

You wanna be a troubleshooter,

you gotta know the mine.

All clear down there?

Yeah, we won't

need these anymore...

but I wouldn't go

lightin' any matches.

Damn methane. Gonna blow this place

to sh*t one of these days.

We ain't that lucky.

Hey, come on, now!

Knock it off!

- Howard!

- Hey, Howard!

Hey, enjoy your walk up?

Yeah, real cool.

Why didn't you guys wait?

Look, Landers, you better

get a lot of exercise...

if you're gonna grapple

with Gretchen.

Oh, yeah? I got a valentine for her

that she's never gonna forget.

Right to the heart, huh?

It's gonna be a hot time

on Saturday night!

Stavisky, you do anything else

with that...

except throw it

over your shoulder and burp it?

Aw, get lost, Axel!

Bunch of clowns. Things haven't

changed a bit. Same as always.

Bet you wish

you never came back.

Especially now since Sarah's

goin' out with Axel.

No skin off my nose.

I don't give a damn.

Come on. Last one into town

gets the brew! Let's go!

Okay. Let's go, guys!

Quittin' time!

Casanova is here!

- Gretchen, it's me.

- Howard, stay away from me.

- Hi, babe.

- Hi, sweetheart.

- How are ya?

- I'm fine.

- How are you?

- Good to see ya.

Hi, sweetie.

You big lug.

I missed ya.

- Anything I should do?

- No. Of course not.

Gretchen, I want you to be my date

for the dance. Okay?

Dry up!

Gretchen, you know what'd

look really good on you?

- What?

- Me.

Suck it in

and zip it up, will ya?

Gretchen, why fight it?

Let the good times roll!

All right!

Hi, fellas.

Mabel, this is the best thing that's

happened to this town in years.

Your decorating committee

has done one hell of a job!

Well, after all, the first

Valentine's dance in 20 years...

has to be something special.

Yeah, well--

Of course, you're right, Mabel...

but we'd all be better off

if you played down the fact...

that it's the first

Valentine's dance in 20 years...

if you know what I mean.

Let's just concentrate on having

a good time Saturday night...

and put all that

other business to rest.

My thoughts exactly, Mayor.

- Hi, guy.

- Aw, come on, you clown!

Help Miss Osborne

pick those things up!

What the hell are you kids

doing in here?

You're supposed to be decorating

the room, not each other.

Where you goin', son?

I always go this time of day...

for another beer

and a real good nose pick.

I'm sorry, T.J.

I don't think he likes being back

in the mine very much.

Well, that's too bad. Nobody told

him to go out to the West Coast.

It's not my fault

he couldn't make it on his own.

But now that he's back, he's my son

and he's working in the mine.

Put those things back...

or I'll turn you both

upside down, especially you.

This is my date, Chief.

That meeting in Centerville is

at 7:
00. We should hit the road.

Then let's go.

I'll see you kids later.

Bye, Mabel.

Keep up the good work.

See ya, Chief.

I might as well go too. All of this

will have to be rewashed.

I'm really sorry, Mabel.

This is station QPID,

- Oh! Mayor!

- Country-fried QPID...

from Valentine Bluffs, where the

heartland meets the sea.


Mayor, somebody left this for ya.

- For me? Who was it?

- I don't know.

It was inside when we got here.

Maybe you got a secret admirer, huh?

- You in on this, Mabel?

- I'm afraid not, Mayor.

Oh, no. No, no.

Don't look at me. I didn't

have a thing to do with it.

Well, hell.

I've been looking for an excuse...

to get off this miserable diet

Mrs. Hanniger has me on.

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