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Lifetime’s ‘Stepmom from Hell’ Spoils the Reveal [Review]
Spoilers are an odd beast for most Lifetime films. Few, if any, titles actually try to surprise audience with a killer reveal. More often than not there are twists, but the joy of watching these made-for-TV films is the journey to the big showdown.
It’s frustrating then, that Stepmom from Hell fully spoils its own ending with a completely on the nose title. As written by Hamish Briggs, Daniel Kautz, Nathanael Lirio and Elizabeth Snoderly, the embezzling-turned-murder mystery film definitely features a number of red herrings and twists en route to its climax, so the dead obvious title betrays the writers’ intentions (my screener featured a different title, Shattered Ties, which is bland and non-specific, but at least it doesn’t spoil anything).
As directed by Corbin Timbrook, the film follows Izzy Thompson (Lexi Giovagnoli), a hyper competent businesswoman struggling to launch a dog-related app in the shadow of her famous businessman. Jack Thompson (Lorenzo Lamas) has a thirty year legacy and he would much prefer that Izzy inherit his realty business rather than his harried step-daughter Dana (Bri Ana Wagner) or financial officer Terry (Milli M).
Dana is the daughter of Catherine (Shelby Janes), Jack’s second wife, who insists on monitoring Jack’s health with a near-religious devotion. But his memory appears to be slipping, a fact that starts rather innocuously at a company party before getting so severe that Jack struggles to remember when his first wife died or what school Izzy went to.
This health scare occurs at the same time that Izzy discovers a damning document in the Archive room: a receipt confirming that $700K has been moved from the company’s account to a credence account. That’s information worth killing for, as evidenced by the fact that nearly everyone who sees or knows about the receipt is attacked or killed by an intruder in black.

Much like When Mom Becomes A Murderer, the film clearly intends to surprise the audience with the details of the mystery. Dana is abrasive to Izzy, but is she responsible for moving the money? Perhaps she’s just a compulsive workaholic trying to modernize the company. Or what about Terry, the woman who spends her Sunday shredding documents (a significant red flag)? And considering the alarming decline in Jack’s facilities, shouldn’t he be seeing someone other than family doctor Jeffrey Nichols (Boz Wells), who doesn’t seem overly worried?
Ordinarily audiences would be well within their rights to ask these questions, but the identity behind the culprit is quite literally in the title. By the time Catherine’s nefarious intentions are revealed in the last act, Stepmom from Hell feels overly drawn out, though in hindsight it’s only because we know she’s the villain from the jump.
Thankfully by this time the writers and performers have begun to lean into the silly. It’s unclear if certain lines and narrative developments are intentionally comedic, but it’s hard not to chuckle when Izzy and Catherine share an outrageous verbal exchange at the hospital after Izzy is served a restraining order. When Catherine insists she can’t be there, Izzy angrily retorts “Just shut up! I doubt that restraining order carries any weight” to which Catherine coldly clarifies that she has power of attorney because “Wife trumps daughter.”
It’s a great line and as soon as she’s unmasked Janes really bites into Catherine’s villainy. The climax, set at the Thompson’s palatial house, is a surprisingly sustained chase/fight sequence involving knives and multiple punches (several people get dropped and one even flops over a couch in delightful fashion).

Giovagnoli is the MVP here. Izzy is incredibly resourceful and, in true Lifetime fashion, forced to do most of the investigative grunt work because the police are completely ineffectual. Giovagnoli is especially watchable when Izzy is cut out of her father’s life; one scene of her screaming/crying in the car is surprisingly affecting.
Giovagnoli also has really solid chemistry with childhood friend-turned-Detective, Brian Roman (Andrew Fultz) – although Fultz is a much more believable as a romantic lead than as an officer of the law. At one point he reminds Izzy that her accusations are baseless without evidence, encouraging her to obtain a recorded confession, when that a) should be his job and b) ignores that doing so requires her to break the restraining order.
Good thing Detective Roman has a great smile and makes a mean pancake because otherwise he’d be useless!

Technically Stepmom from Hell also benefits from several well shot, tense sequences. In addition to the action-heavy climax, there’s a startling moment when a lightning strike illuminates an intruder waiting for Izzy at home. Later, while planting a recording device in Catherine’s house, Izzy is forced to hide in a closet and Timbrook shoots her in profile in the dark with only a sliver of light shining across her terrified eyes.
Alas there are other areas where the polish isn’t quite there. Several key conversations in the Thompson house have a distracting audio echo, the lighting and/or make-up on Janes in the climax makes her face look a garish mustard yellow, and – in true cheap Lifetime fashion – several of the locations have a bland, undecorated visual aesthetic (where is all of the art?!).
Overall, however, there are some surprisingly emotional beats (courtesy of Giovagnoli), at least two tense sequences, and a touch of comedy (intended or not) that make Stepmom from Hell a pleasant distraction.
If only someone had paused to rethink that title!
Stepmom from Hell premieres Thursday, August 8 at 8/7c on Lifetime.

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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later
College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.
Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.
Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.
To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character.

Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp
The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.
Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.
If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.
Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

Grace Jones in Vamp
Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.
As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.
Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp
Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.
In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.
The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partner “Squeak”, who looks like he was “fed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains”. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires.

Lisa Lyon in Vamp
If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.
Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.
The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of a “comic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong does” come true, and it is very enjoyable.

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