When I was in college at Binghamton University, my white friends and I used to have Bad Movie Nights every so often. Most times nothing good came of this, although there was that one epic viewing of Kazaam.
One day we went down to the video store and headed down to the horror section. (Note: As a general rule, the best bad movies are always horror movies.) We picked up a movie called “Beware Children at Play” because we absolutely loved the title. Little did we know that we were about to watch maybe the greatest bad movie ever.
I can’t really tell you what the movie was about because, like any respectable bad movie, it made absolutely no sense. I know there were cannibalistic children, bible thumping Pennsyvanians, and an obligatory boob shot. The story was horrible, the acting was worse, and the special effects were even worse that that.
Two scenes really made this movie the classic that it is. The opening scene was one. It starts out with a little boy and his father camping. The father is telling his little boy a mixture of creepy local legends and occult propoganda. Soon after the father is caught in a bear trap and no one is around to save him. He gets maggots or something and dies and the scene ends with the son sacrificing him (I think) and eating his heart or kidney or some vital organ. It really was difficult to know exactly what was going on.
To really appreciate this movie though you have to watch the end scene. I am not even going to bother describing it because I would do it no justice. I’ll just let you see for yourselves. (Please note the brilliant special effects).
Beware Children at Play Final Scene – link here