One of the many films made in the wake of John Carpenter’s HALLOWEEN (1978), Armand Mastroianni’s HE KNOWS YOU’RE ALONE (1980, TCM) may not be a horror masterpiece, but it deserves to be remembered as more than Tom Hanks’ film debut or the one with the girl’s head in the fishtank. Oddly, one thing critics complained about the most, the slow pace, allows for some interesting small-town atmosphere and discussions of women’s roles circa 1980. And contrary to complaints about the genre, only two of the film’s seven victims are done in while engaged in (gasp!) illicit sexual activity.
The film opens with a retread of the urban legend “the hook” that turns out to be a movie watched by a prospective bride and her best friend. The bride’s murder in a crowded theater as people scream at the on-screen horror brings in police detective Lewis Arlt, who identifies this as the latest in serial killer Tom Rolfing’s attacks on brides-to-be, which had started with Artlt’s fiancée. The killer then moves to Staten Island to stalk a young woman (Caitlin O’Heaney) two weeks away from marrying one man (James Carroll) after dumping another (Don Scardino). His attacks on those associated with O’Heaney attract Arlt’s attention, but he decides to keep quiet in hopes O’Heaney will lead him to the killer.
So, yes, there are plot holes. Knowing Rolfing has killed someone associated with O’Heaney rather than going straight for her, not his usual MO, Arlt’s not warning anybody seems rather irresponsible. When he finally starts pursuing the final girl in earnest, Rolfing hides somewhere he can’t possibly know she’ll turn up, sacrificing character logic to create a jump scare. And the film drags in places, particularly in Arlt’s scenes, which seem to be all about angst that leads nowhere (as a detective he’s about as effective as a fart in a mitten).
But there are also early scenes with O’Heaney and her friends that establish the atmosphere of a small town only linked to the outside world through highways and a bus line. The women also discuss what sex and marriage mean to them, with one (Patsy Pease) planning to seduce her psychology professor (James Rehorn) to get an “A,” another (Dana Barron) pining for a hot jogger (Hanks) and O’Heaney considering her fiancé’s request she drop out of college and eschew any kind of career. For those few moments, the film has a sense of reality lacking in a lot of the era’s slashers, and that’s no small thing. Add a very capable cast, with particularly good turns from Hanks and Scardino, and you have a film that’s at least diverting, which is also no small thing for the subgenre.