“Okay, you rock ’n rollers—it’s time to spin out and boil your heads!” I’m glad someone finally gave me the permission to do so.
A quotable hot chick rock ’n roll TV deejay (or “disc jockey”) counts down the New Year during a live coast-to-coast punk rock concert as a knife-assisted party pooper drinks champagne from urine sample cups and counts down his victims’ lives in each time zone. Should auld acquaintance be forgot.
You don’t need me to tell you that New Year’s Evil (1980) is a sub-standard ’80s slasher headache. Why did I watch it? Haven’t figured that part out yet. And yes, that is a punk band playing the blues. I just don’t have the heart to tell them.