Directed by Sally Mattison. Written by Catherine Cyran. Starring Keely Christian, M. K. Harris, Brittain Frye, David Greenlee, Brandi Burkett, Hope Marie Carlton, Maria Claire and Maria Ford.
Plot: after a weird day at the beach, a group of teen girls decide to have a slumber party and an unknown assailant starts attacking them.
A day at the beach has a girls vs. boys volleyball game and a creeper staring at them from afar that picks up the address book the main girl, Jackie (Christian) drops in the sand. She also has a stalkery neighbor to contend with, so the killer really could be anyone. But who?
At the party, the girls play truth or dare until one of them is dared to strip for the others (which girls just don’t do). As she strips, the girls are scared by the boys, who’ve just shown up, pulling a stupid prank. So, they get kicked out. The black guy goes back to apologize while the two white guys go to get the girls presents to say I’m sorry. Why does this happen? So that the black guy can die first. Duh.
When the two other guys come back, they’re welcomed into the house with open arms this time. Sexy time happens for some of them and you get to see more boobs. But at some time, the killer has gotten inside the house and the first body is found. Ken (Frye) starts whining horribly. I mean, it’s so bad we were just laughing so hard. This is the second movie of the series that is just so-bad-it’s-good.
Things escalate quickly in this movie. People start screaming at the drop of a hat. They even start screaming at each other which takes away the Freddy Claws. Also, some girls just stand around and watch other girls get murdered, when if they all ganged up on the killer, they could have taken him.
When the motive is revealed, it’s a little cheap. It’s really not a good reason at all to be killing innocent teenagers. But the acting is so basic it’s hysterical and the acting is, too. We definitely enjoyed it better than the second movie. And DJ even liked it better than the first. We both recommend.
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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