If the aim of Sorority Party Massacre was to try and recapture the fun of the boobs 'n' blood scream-queen slashers of the 80s, then it fails big time. While there is no shortage of hot young women stripping off before being bumped off, the whole project misses the mark by a mile, with a pathetic script, woeful pacing, irritating editing gimmicks, a lack of decent gore, and a bloody awful hip-hop/R&B soundtrack.
As if to prove that they really had no idea where to go after choosing the title, the film-makers start by ripping off Scream, proceed to take a grating tongue-in-cheek approach for much of the film, and then try to get serious in the closing moments with the oh-so-clever revelation that there is not one but several killers at large. None of it works.
Sexy blonde Marissa Skell moves from bit part player in the similarly titled Slumber Party Slaughter (2012) to top billing here and is the best thing about the whole sorry mess, looking particularly fetching in her sorority shorts and bra during the finalé. To be fair, most of the performers are more than okay in their roles; it's the weak material and poor execution that lets them (and us) down.
As if to prove that they really had no idea where to go after choosing the title, the film-makers start by ripping off Scream, proceed to take a grating tongue-in-cheek approach for much of the film, and then try to get serious in the closing moments with the oh-so-clever revelation that there is not one but several killers at large. None of it works.
Sexy blonde Marissa Skell moves from bit part player in the similarly titled Slumber Party Slaughter (2012) to top billing here and is the best thing about the whole sorry mess, looking particularly fetching in her sorority shorts and bra during the finalé. To be fair, most of the performers are more than okay in their roles; it's the weak material and poor execution that lets them (and us) down.