The Boys Next Door (1985)
(In French, On Cable TV, March 2022) Like many actors with horror films in their early-career filmography, I suspect that Charlie Sheen doesn’t like to spend a lot of time talking about The Boys Next Door, a film tracking down two teenagers as they go on a murder spree. Not that the film is that much of a blight: under the direction of Penelope Spheeris (and an early script from X-Files writers Glen Morgan and James Wong), the film takes a more gradual approach to its murder spree than comparable slashers, by charting the gradual descent into violence of two high-school graduates. Exploitation is never too far away, though: the ponderous opening sequence makes statements about various American serial killers in an attempt to create a sentiment of pervasive fatalism in the viewer, and there’s a sense that the last half of the film doesn’t have a dramatic progression as much as a deliberate wallowing in one violent death after another. Sheen plays the slightly-reluctant half of the killing pair, leaving much of the psychotic heavy lifting to Maxwell Caulfield. As a slasher, it begins by being better than usual… but it’s still a film in which the protagonists go around killing other people as soon as they pop up on screen. No amount of hand-waving about how society is to blame is convincing when the film is so clearly aimed at trashy thrills. Sheen gets off easily compared to other famous actors’ early horror films. But I can understand if he doesn’t bring this title up all that often.