Film

Night School

Name: Night School
Genre: Horror, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1981
Cast: Leonard Mann, Rachel Ward, Drew Snyder, Joseph R. Sicari, Nicholas Cairis

Other titles called Night School: the 2018 film.

A Boston detective hunts a leather-clad decapitator stalking college women in this 1981 slasher that swings between genuine menace and B-movie absurdity. It's got the grimy, unglamorous aesthetic of early-80s horror—cheap but effective—and treats its violence seriously even when the plot wobbles. For fans of proto-*Friday the 13th* nastiness who don't need everything wrapped up neatly.

TMDb rating

2.8

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The Howling1981

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