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Slumber Party Massacre 2 (1987)

  Tags: 80's, 80's Slashers, Atanas Ilitch, cheesy, comedic, Crystal Bernard, Cynthia Eilbacher, Deborah Brock, Heidi Kozak, Jennifer Rhodes, Joel Hoffman, Juliette Cummins, Kimberly McArthur, Patrick Lowe, rocker, Scott Westmoreland, sequel, slasher

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Deborah Brock
90 minutes
Crystal Bernard, Jennifer Rhodes, Kimberly McArthur, Patrick Lowe, Juliette Cummins, Heidi Kozak, Cynthia Eilbacher, Atanas Ilitch, Joel Hoffman, Scott Westmoreland

Oh sweet merciful crap. I thought I had seen it all, but nothing in this world could have prepared me for the "masterpiece" known as The Slumber Party Massacre 2. I really would like to know if writer/director Deborah Brock dropped some serious acid before embarking on her directorial debut. I've found that this is a movie that completely divides audiences. Some are utterly infatuated by its sheer ridiculousness and can't take their eyes away from the screen...like staring at a glorious train wreck. Others (especially those with an extremely low tolerance for ripe 80s fromage) find it to be the definition of reprehensible shit. The bad movie fanboy inside of me would love to scream from the highest mountain that every horror fan should bow down to the epicness that is Slumber Party Massacre 2. Unfortunately that pesky film critic inside keeps popping up and reminding me how horribly structured and tragically paced this "film" is.

We pick up five years after part one left off. Courtney, the 12 year old survivor of the original driller killer slaughter, has now grown up into that chick from Wings. Courtney and her floozy friends have this totally effing sick garage band that plays nothing but the best from the popular 80s music scene. They decide to go away to one of the floozy’s condo for the weekend because it just so happens to be Courtney's birthday. You see, Courtney is a special girl. She has insane nightmares and hallucinations because, thanks to Freddy Krueger ruling the horror box office, it was the cool thing to do at the time. For 50 minutes of a 75 minute movie, we're treated to insane hallucinations, lame 80s teens being lame 80s teens, a slow motion pillow fight with flowing champagne, not one but two performances by said sick garage band, a revolting growing pimple that gushes gallons of puss at our final girl, and a frozen chicken flying out of a fridge (I'm still catching my breath from the barrage of laughs this caused for me). FINALLY for the last 25 minutes, our killer shows up out of the imagination of Courtney and takes out all of those agonizingly annoying teenagers.

And what of our driller killer this time around? Is he the same jean jacket pedophile from the original? Oh no, my kiddies. Our new killer is a Danny Zuko inspired rock star with an affinity for spouting bad rock songs during his MTV styled killing spree. And OMFG he has a drill attached to his guitar! He has a guitar attached to his drill! I know what's going on my birthday list this year. I can't help but give Ms. Deborah Brock some credit. She threw in a bunch of shit that was popular in culture at the time and hoped that it would all glue together. Sadly the end result is merely scotch taped together.

Yes, the film is a delineation of excess and makes for one helluva entertaining watch. But when all is said and done, it's a poorly made film. The writing is truly abysmal, refusing to leave out any horror stereotypes. There was nothing redeeming about these characters and I felt nothing but undulating glee when they were dispatched by Danny Zuko and his smooth dance moves. The editing was choppy at best and the pacing really left something to be desired. As preposterous as the killer himself is, things really started to pick up once he exited out of Courtney's damaged brain and left me wishing he had shown up earlier. Then comes the ending...yeah...WTF?! I haven't yet decided if it's a total cop out or a deeper underlying comment of our heroine forever being cataclysmically trapped within her own psychosis. I think I'll go with the former.

As entertaining and fun as The Slumber Party Massacre 2 can be to the right audience, there's no way of ignoring the fact that it's a poorly made, uneven late 80s slasher.

Posted on September 4, 2010 - 4:02pm | Johnny D