As if magically resurrected from a dog-eared copy of Fangoria, circa 1984, Dee Snider's StrangeLand is an uncanny throwback to a time when a new Z-grade horror cheapie opened every week and putting Dee Snider's name next to a title might have been a bankable prospect. A sort of braindead, humorless cross between Internet For Dummies and Sick: The Life & Death Of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist, StrangeLand stars the former Twisted Sister frontman as a body-piercing enthusiast who uses an on-line chat room to lure teenagers into an S&M torture chamber. One of his victims is the daughter of a veteran police detective (Kevin Gage, in the John Saxon role), who learns how to use a "computer" to track him down. Though StrangeLand stands apart from today's slicker, more shrewdly calculated slasher films, any feelings of nostalgia or sympathy for this underdog are wiped out in a hurry. Gage's computer lessons are fun to watch at first—he gazes at the monitor button as if it were an electrical socket—but once Snider's cryptic dialogue and gruesome "rites of passage" take over, things get really unpleasant. Snider clearly wants to reinvent himself for the Marilyn Manson crowd, but he's woefully late in his efforts: Without makeup and septum spikes, the aging rock star is a dead ringer for F. Murray Abraham.