Yes, yes, yes. A bunch of teenage girls are having a slumber party, and there will be a massacre.
From 1982, this little diddy is a wonderful nostalgia piece. Harkening back to a bygone era of metal trash cans that you just threw anything in, $6 pizzas, having to give the police your address when you call, teenage girls taking gym without any bras on, dumping half a bag of sugar in a glass pitcher to make Kool-Aid, and when going all the way still meant something.
Short on story but long on boobs and bludgeoning, Slumber Party Massacre is by no means a good movie, but it gives you exactly what it suggests it will, and I applaud that.
A bunch of teenage girls are going to have a get together later tonight to reminisce and celebrate their friendship. No boys allowed. Of course the boys will show up, and they'll wish they hadn't. Also not invited is the next door neighbor, the new girl in town who isn't quite yet part of the clique. Why they decided to have a slumber party on the same night a mass murderer has broken out of jail I'll never know.
Most of the dialog is cheesily laughable and looks like it was done in one take, but it's delivered by half naked girls so who gives a shit. The overall quality of the girls isn't stellar but there are a couple of lookers, and honestly it's the cheese that carries it, the gratuitous shower scenes & nudity is just the cherry on the sundae.
So the girls get some beers and some doobs and argue about last nights Dodgers game, even going so far as to call their gym teacher to ask how the runs were scored. Where the fuck were these girls when I was in High School? Some boys show up of course, and it's all downhill from there.
Once the head cutting starts, it's a barrage of bad decisions, inept escape attempts, and face palmed reasoning. The chuckles come fast and furious as a group of 6 teenagers can't figure out a fucking way to escape the house or get the attention of another living soul in the middle of a residential neighborhood. Even when faced with imminent doom, the girls still have time to sit on the living room floor, cowering in fear, and complain of being hungry. It's a good thing that pizza guy made it. Well, sort of made it.
The killer, looking somewhat like Mojo Nixon on amphetamines, is a blast, especially during the climactic chase scenes. The slow motion screams of terror that sound more like burps only add to the films ambiance.
While there's nothing groundbreaking or extra stellar, SPM delivers all the key elements to a good slasher flick and hits all the right notes to make it an enjoyable watch. You'll enjoy this Slumber Party. One way or another, some girls are getting drilled.
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