Cheesier than a dairy farm, and every bit as delicious. This sequel from 1987, five years after the original, is like an after school special about abstinence, on acid. About an hour into this thing I just started to assume that I was high. I don't remember taking any drugs, but it seems like the most logical explanation for the things I was seeing.
The lovely Crystal Bernard, pre Wings and probably right about the time of It's A Living, assumes the role of Courtney, the little sister of the heroine from the first Slumber Party Massacre. She's 17 now and has the hots for Matt. She even dreams about him, running around topless in his too short 80's shorts, catching footballs and smiling that hunky smile. Unfortunately she also dreams about the night half the girls in the neighborhood got cut to pieces and her poor sister, locked in mental institution. And oh yeah, she also dreams about a John Travolta lookalike, dressed head to toe in leather, sporting a giant guitar with a drill attached to the end of it, singing, dancing and trying to rape her.
So anyway, her and some girls from school have a band, and we get treated to multiple scenes of them 'playing'. It's so fantastically 80's.
One of the girls dads just bought a condo in a new development and they decide to go up for the weekend and party. Despite the bad dreams she's been having, Courtney is able to convince her mom to let her go.
Of course once they get there, there's the usual drinking, laughing and unleashing of boobs. Actually there's not a lot of nudity but all the girls are very attractive in an 80's kind of way and there is plenty of tease, though a nice swimsuit is as far Crystal goes.
Some boys show up, including the fella Crystal has a crush on. Problem is that her dreams are starting to turn into hallucinations, ranging from oven roaster chickens coming to life and pooping all over her, to exploding zits. Then, every time she starts to think she might be ready to go all the way with Hunky McHunkerson, she has another dream featuring the singing rapist, warning her not to go all the way.
You'd think that once the killing starts the movie would start to make a little more sense. You'd be sooooo wrong. The chase & kill scenes are pretty standard, except for the minor inclusion of the killer stopping from time to time to sing rockabilly songs, cackle, and dance.
Things wrap up fairly nicely in a way that explains things nearly as best it can, although honestly, nothing can fully or adequately explain what the fuck we just watched.
At just over 70 minutes it doesn't wear out it's welcome or stretch things out needlessly. Like I said, the girls are pretty damn attractive, there's a boob or two and a ton of cheesecake shots. The acting for the most part is spot on, save for the one guy who grunts after everything he says for no apparent reason. The effects and gore are pretty damn good, but minimal.
Stammeringly bizarre and chock full of nostalgic fun, Slumber Party Massacre 2 is an enjoyable romp that couldn't be any more 80's if Bruce Springsteen & Ronald Reagan showed up to stop the killer by challenging him to a Moonwalking contest.
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