{"id":14023,"date":"2019-06-11T21:30:39","date_gmt":"2019-06-12T01:30:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yellmagazine.com\/?p=14023"},"modified":"2019-06-11T21:34:19","modified_gmt":"2019-06-12T01:34:19","slug":"burning-1981-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.yellmagazine.com\/2019\/06\/11\/burning-1981-review\/","title":{"rendered":"Do You Feel The Burning? A Review"},"content":{"rendered":"
The movie starts out with a group of campers bent on somewhat playful revenge toward asshole caretaker Cropsy, who has apparently been terrorizing campgoers for years. They are intent on “scaring the shit out of him”. It’s a noble goal and you would think it would be easily achieved, and that perhaps afterward, everyone would have a good laugh, Cropsy would stop drinking and start being nicer to campers, and everything would be peachy keen at Camp Blackfoot.<\/p>\n
You would<\/em> think that, but it would be really naive of you.<\/p>\n The campers sneak into Cropsy’s cabin and plant a rotting human skull of dubious origin with tealight candle eyes by the man’s bedside. They howl outside of his window and when he wakes up, he’s predictably frightened. In his panic, Cropsy knocks the skull over onto his leg and the fire spreads outrageously. There’s a gas can in his cabin and not in a storage shed somewhere. You can guess what happens next — it isn’t pretty. Cropsy runs out of the cabin and goes rolling down a ravine into the river, while the horrified campers decide just to run away.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n The next scene shows a doctor and an orderly walking down a hospital corridor making idle chit chat. The orderly informs the doctor that he’s seen some shit and has something really special to show him. The orderly peels back about fifteen curtains to get to a mysterious burn victim, urging the doctor to come and take a look. The burn victim’s grotesque looking arm is revealed when he reaches out to grab the orderly. The doctor promptly runs out of the room, leaving the orderly to pry himself out of the man’s grasp.<\/p>\n