DEATH VALLEY
So mediocre, it'll make you wish it was bad
Ever see one of those movies that's so relentlessly mediocre that you wish it would just hurry up and be outright, specifically bad, just so it'd be a little more memorable?
A divorced mom, her kid (enter the expected "Do you still love Dad?" dialogue), and her new squeeze go on a trip through guess where and run afoul of a nasty slasher. Chaos and death ensue, although not as often as one might hope.
This kid Billy is fairly annoying - you know how in sitcoms, when they have a baby, the kid skips from age two to age six over one summer? This kid looks just like said six-year-old in all those shows. Catherine Hicks, as the mom, is really appealing, and reminds me of why I developed a crush on her when I saw Star Trek IV (whatever happened to her after that, though?). Nobody else remotely piques interest, except for Wilford Brimley's demonstration of hilariously poor policework when he tells a suspect just who the witness is and where he's staying. (This is not too far off the mark of what once happened to me, actually. Next time I fill out a police report, I'm gonna make a point of saying "You're not gonna give him my home phone number this time, are you?")
This one's kind of a routine slasher flick for the most part, rescued from complete obscurity by an unusual accent on character, regardless of the fact that it doesn't really work. There's just not really anything here for anybody, unless you're a big fan of Hicks. And if you are - no, she doesn't get naked.