MURDER WEAPON is a cheap and quickly-shot horror flick of 1989, made by David DeCoteau. It's a lot better than his other housebound horrors made more recently, such as the terminally bad '1313' series of the early 2010s. This one features a prominent turn for the often-naked Linnea Quigley; she plays one of a bunch of characters holed up in a house where a mysterious killer is violently dispatching most of the male guests. There are femme fatales here, silly over the top sex scenes, endless nudity, and one amusingly grotesque death scene inspired by a similar one in Friday the 13th. It's cheesy and trashy for sure, but for DeCoteau it's actually semi-decent.

Cunning and deadly rich mobster's daughter Dawn (Linnea Quigley at her most sly and adorable) gets sent to an asylum after she murders her sister and her sister's boyfriend. While in the nut house Dawn befriends fellow mafia princess Amy (luscious brunette Karen Russell). After they both get released from the sanitarium, the two hook up and hold a party in which they invite all of their ex-boyfriends. Naturally, the killing soon begins anew. Director David DeCouteau, working from a blithely tacky and convoluted script by Ross A. Perron, covers all the satisfyingly sleazy B-movie bases: Plentiful gratuitous female nudity, a couple of raunchy soft-core sex scenes, cheesy and unconvincing gore, hopelessly terrible acting, a thrashy rock soundtrack, a leering lurid tone, and several gloriously ridiculous murder set pieces (one guy has his heart punched out of his chest and shoved into his mouth!). The ever-cute and vibrant Quigley has a ball with her seductive and duplicitous evil bitch role. Token big name Lyle Waggoner pops up in a few drawn-out flashbacks as well-meaning, but ineffectual shrink Dr. Randolph. Moreover, it's a real hoot to see Eric Freeman (Ricky in "Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2") as slimy jerk Jeff. Del Casher's droning synthesizer score, the plodding pace, Michael Seaman's plain cinematography, and the absurdly jumbled narrative all further enhance this flick's considerable so-clunky-it's-downright-funky crappy charm. Enjoyable dreck.

This fun slasher was made when the slasher craze was going out of style.But it's still enjoyable. From the cheesy dialogue, Linnea Quigley and Karen Russell getting naked, and the very gory death scenes made this movie very entertaining. I'm a fan of Linnea's she never fails to entertain me. Her dialogue that she is always given is so hilarious. She's a great comedian. Anyway, I give this movie a 9! Great cheesy fun!Though a bit confusing at times.

the most interesting thing about this awful piece of trash is that there are three people in the credits with the last name "Squatpump". taking into consideration that "Betty Flinstone" and "Wilma Rubble" are also listed, i looked on the trusty imdb to see if these "Squatpumps" were real, and it does indeed seem that yolanda (the matriarch of the clan?) has a few more credits under her belt, including "The Usual Suspects", and may therefore actually exist. but back to the film: the wordless, pointless 10-minute intro actually made me wonder if the filmmakers couldn't afford sound equipment. the next scene, an agonizingly long dialogue scene between linnea quigley and her shrink, proved that yes, they did have sound equipment, but that they had apparently lost their sets, as the scene apparently takes place in a black hole.so i actually continued watching this crap. and about an hour later i was treated to a downright hilarious sledgehammer-(mannequin)-head-beating and an even better shotgun-to-the-(mannequin)-head death. ultimately one of the frizzy-haired psycho girls killed everybody, apparently. i don't know. i actually was more entertained picturing david decoteau, who directed under the odd alias "Ellen Cabot", showing up to the set every day in a smart grey skirt suit and sensible shoes (as, in my mind, someone named Ellen Cabot would).