Directed by Amy Jones. Written by Rita Mae Brown. Starring Michelle Michaels, Robin Stille, Michael Villella, Debra Deliso, Andree Honore, Brinke Stevens, Jennifer Meyers, Joseph Alan Johnson, David Millbern, Pamela Roylance and Gina Smika Hunter.
Plot: a slumber party is ruined by an escaped mental patient with a portable drill.
A girl’s basketball team is having a slumber party and the “main girl”, Trish (Michaels), wants to invite the new girl, Valerie (Stille), but other mean girls, like Diane (Hunter) don’t want her to come. Hearing them argue about her, Valerie runs out of the locker room and is never invited to the party. But it turns out that she only lives across the street from Trish anyway. It’s all very convenient if you ask me, but that’s what you get with The Slumber Party Massacre.
Of course, there is a an escaped mental patient on the loose who likes to kill people with a power drill. His name is Russ Thorn (Villella) and he’s got a penchant for little girls. He has to get to them though, so sadly, the pizza guy gets it. When there’s a knock at the door, the pizza guy just falls on in. And the girls start screaming. And the guys that have shown up decide to make a run for help instead of staying and protecting the girls. Turns out to be a really stupid decision.
So, what is wrong with this movie? A lot. Valerie has an annoying little sister, Courtney (Meyers) who’s supposed to be at least fourteen, but acts like she’s five. No one has any survival instincts – girls don’t hear movement coming from right behind them. It’s unrealistic – his drill has an insane amount of power, especially for 1982. It’s terribly bad acting for the most part. And where did Russ Thorn get his denim outfit from? Didn’t he just escape from the institute?
So, you may wonder if anything’s good about the movie. Well, there’s not much to be honest, but that’s why it’s so good. It’s so-bad-it’s-good. It’s one of those movies where one girl gets so hungry that she eats pizza off the dead pizza guy’s body. It’s one of those movies where a group of girls showering with a bar of soap, share said bar of soap even though they’ve used it in the cracks of their asses. It’s one of those movies with plenty of boobs and plenty of running upstairs instead of out the door. It’s rewatchable simply because it’s so bad it’s laughable and you will laugh. A lot.
Honestly, I love this movie. I mean, I really enjoy it. It’s one of my favorites and I recommend it highly even though the score isn’t that high.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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