In 2010, a group of amateur paranormal investigators went to the scene of Richard Speck’s notorious killing spree in an ill-advised attempt to capture footage of his ghost, which purportedly haunts to the place. They never made it out. Now, the victims’ families have finally consented to release the video footage of their loved ones’ final hours to the public.
If this sounds to you like yet another of the cheap-as-shit “found footage” horror movies cobbled together in a few days (and at the cost of a very few dollars) by the shoestring operators of The Asylum, pat yourself on the back for a job well done, because that’s exactly what 2012’s 100 Ghost Street : The Return Of Richard Speck is. And yes, it’s as lousy as any and/or all of the others — and I’m sure you had that much figured out already, as well.
To be perfectly honest, I’d be damn surprised if the Illinois student nurses’ dormitory where Speck is supposed to have carried out his gruesome and head-scratchingly improbably one-at-a-time rape and murder free-for-all is even still standing, but no matter : this is The Asylum, and any big house in the LA environs will do for exterior shots, while any sound stage will work just fine for the shaky-cam-lensed interiors. Any actors needing work will suffice, as well, so unless you’re related to, or went to high school with, the likes of Steve Bencic, Tony Besson, or Hayley “there’s no way this is the name on her birth certificate” Derryberry, you’re not gonna care who’s in this movie any more than you’ll care that some guy named Martin Wichmann directed it. They all go uncredited anyway, so what does it matter?
If you’re concerned about whether or not there are highly improbable scenarios devised to get the female cast members’ shirts off, rest assured that base is covered. If you’re wondering whether or not anyone gets out alive, fear not — you know the answer to that one going in, too. And if you think anyone is stupid enough to believe these events are “real,” well, shit — not even the powers that be at The Asylum think that, but that’s not even the point of these things anymore. The point is merely to go through the motions, get their movies out on DVD, Netflix (which, of course, is how I caught this one) and other “home viewing platforms,” and sit back and hope to rake in a few thousand bucks in profit by the time all is said and done. On that score, I’m sure 1oo Ghost Street : The Return Of Richard Speck — or Paranormal Entity 4 : The Awakening, as it’s also called — can be considered a “success.”
By any and all other measures, though, it is, of course, a complete failure and even more complete waste of time. It’s boring, it’s stupid, it’s pointless, and I’m an idiot for watching it (especially since I just sat through — and reviewed — The Bell Witch Haunting last week). I offer no excuses. I knew exactly what I was getting into. And yet — masochistic asshole that I am — I went for it anyway.
I sincerely wish I could tell you why, but I can’t. Maybe I just needed to see yet another horror flick where discorporate entities of some sort drag some doomed, hapless schmuck down a hallway, into darkness, never to be seen again? Sure, what the hell — I’ll go with that excuse until I can think of a better one.