She just goes a little mad sometimes.

You know, I was GOING to do this whole big long post about Psycho and its lasting effect on the horror genre for Mother's day but then it occurred to me...

I'm lazy and this is played out.

So what I'm going to do instead is send you back to some previous posts for retro-realness that you can share with dear, old Mumsy.

First, of course, we have Carrie and either of the remakes.  Dirtypillows, indeed, there, lady.

Mama, with it's jerky-marrionette spirit of vengeance.

Baby Blues, a tale of post-natal depression gone horrible.

Rosemary's Baby, one of the few in this list where the mother in question isn't a psychopath.

Mum and Dad.  One of my favorites of the British video nasties.

Mother's Day.  Natch.

The Girl Next Door.  Foster moms need love, too.

Proxy.  Yeah, I don't recommend it but I can't actually stop you from watching it, now, can I?

And a related Tropefest post:  Hagsploitation, an aging actress' best friend.


Enjoy your Mother's Day, kids!!  Hug your mom.  Hold her tight.  Never let her go. 

Because leaving her arms free lets her grab a weapon.

Mamaaaaaa, Just Killed A Man...

Ah, Mother's Day.

The day when our mom's would LOVE to be pampered and spoiled (but will really just settle for breakfast in bed (which she will not eat because toddlers aren't allowed near the stove for a reason) and us going outside for more than an hour at a time). 

Or, if you're Lloyd and Charles Kaufman, the day where scary hillbilly mothers send their children out to rape and murder.  Of course, that's EVERY day to Troma films.  And, seriously, this is the entirety of the plot, barring the three girls that go all Rambo to protect themselves.

You would think, coming from the studio best known for The Toxic Avenger, that this would be one of the worst movies ever made.

SURPRISE!!!

Butt-Sex

It's actually a decent movie.

I mean, it's obviously b-grade but considering that this is the 80s and we're smack in the middle of the era of girls all talking alike, the script and the acting are not bad at all.  They're just bad enough to make the entire movie hilarious, but the movie isn't at all painful to watch.

And it looks like Lloyd coughed up enough cash to make this a decent production.  We're not talking about the standard Troma "Sony Handi-Cams and Duct Tape" productions that we usually get.  They actually TRIED and sometimes it really is the thought that counts.

My mom taught me that.

She didn't teach me how to keep my mouth shut, but she taught me that the thought counts.

I love my mother but damn.  Really?

Sass only gets you so far, Mom.