The Funhouse is a spitty movie, full of great expectorations. That is, there’s more drool on view than blood, which is a new twist for the horror genre.
Set-up is a variation on the old dark house premise, as four pot-smoking teens work up the nerve to spend the night in the spooky funhouse of a traveling carnival. After some hanky panky in the midst of goblins and skeletons, kids witness a carny Frankenstein being serviced by, then strangling, fortune teller Sylvia Miles, upon which malevolent barker Kevin Conway locks them in for a night of unanticipated chills and thrills.
For all the elegance of photography, pic has nothing in particular up its sleeves, and devotees of director Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chain Saw Massacre will be particularly disappointed with the almost total lack of shocks and mayhem.