Mischief Night is a film that baits audiences pretending to be a horror movie but really it's a love story between twisted sociopaths.
It is mischief night, devil’s night, the one night a year where anything goes, so why can’t a serial killer unexpectedly fall in love with his victim?
Mischief Night takes a risk and tries to be something different from the slasher killer horror movie typical of the genre:
The opening sequence of the film was intriguing; shots of Halloween decorations and punk kids pulling pranks in a quiet suburban neighborhood. Mischief Night had potential for being the horror film to watch for fans of the festive night of Halloween, especially having a brief cameo by Malcolm McDowell for horror aficionados. Unfortunately twenty minutes into the movie it becomes a boring introspective talk fest that drags along between two mundane characters.
Brooke Anne Smith is the heroine Kaylie, she is strange and atypical, she has problems (sarcasm abounds). Marc Valera is The Man who unsuspectingly falls for his blonde haired victim. Both are so monotonous, so dull, that if I could I would jump into the movie just to kill both the characters and save myself sixty minutes of my life. Valera and Smith have no chemistry, no spark, that the whole film falls flat at their inability to create any atmosphere other than dreary tediousness.
The ending twist was evident immediately after the film’s tone turned. The film is so obviously expected and plebeian it is quite sad that writer/director Travis Baker actually thought he was making something riveting and intellectual, let alone good.