Review – The Legend of Bloody Jack

Sounds like the sort of thing you’d want to see a urologist about. And if you’re about to chastise me for being stupid and nasty, my poor attempt at humor has nothing on this poor attempt at filmmaking. From the start the production telegraphs its dreadfulness by setting up camp in northern Alaska where in the summer the sun never sets (i.e. they don’t have the equipment or lights to shoot at night). Then it bets the farm on the theory that a Jeep cap, bandana and axe make your antagonist the next Freddy Krueger. This picture systematically violates just about every reality check I have to offer low budget horror folk. If all that isn’t enough to talk you out of this experience, then feast on the description from its IMDb listing: “The legend of Jack the Ripper comes to real when one of his descendants revive him.” Sic. Wish I’d skipped it