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.
My score: 66. DJ’s score: 59.