The Frida Cinema

Orange County's Year-Round Film Festival

My Bloody Valentine

Roses are red, violets are blue, everyone’s seeing My Bloody Valentine, how about you?

Valentine Bluffs, an idyllic Canadian mining town, reinstates their annual Valentine’s Day dance, which has long been suspended for twenty years after a fatal explosion claimed the lives of several miners. Young folks are excited to dance again, but some of the older members of the community can still remember the wounds of the original incident. When a murderous warning reaches the police chief’s desk in the form of a bloodied, human heart, the town wonders if any of them will be able to survive Valentine’s Day and catch the killer!

Celebrate this classic Canadian slasher’s 40th anniversary with a newly restored 4K extended edition.

“Mihalka makes it clear to the viewer what kind of movie this is from the jump. No slow burn, My Bloody Valentine‘s prologue has bared breasts and an impalement before you’ve swallowed your first fistful of popcorn…The splatter of blood and guts never becomes redundant.” — David Bax, Battleship Pretension

“The reveal of the killer itself isn’t a major shock, but the manner in which it’s done is a textbook example of narrative economy and closes things out on an eerie, macabre note. Also noteworthy is the effective score by regular Canadian horror composer Paul Zaza (Prom Night), which takes a more subtle approach than the standard shrieking strings.” — Nathaniel Thompson, mondo-digital

“My Bloody Valentine, especially in its restored state, definitely stands the test of time as one of the most entertaining 80s-era slashers. The death scenes are quite gruesome and ingenious; the miners are likeable; the obligatory ‘funny fat guy’ (played by Keith Knight) is endearing; the young ladies are voluptuous (but sorry guys… no gratuitous nudity); and there’s the token ‘crazy old man’ spouting warnings; properly solemn small-town law enforcement officers, and a few other other characters who are more than just cardboard cutouts.” — Staci Lynn Wilson,