Slumber Party Massacre II (1987)

Which one was this? I can't really remember. I do, however, know it was the movie where they hire a lot of women and require them all to take their clothes off.I recall a shower scene in there somewhere.And then I remember the women running around screaming in undies that are really only worn in the bedroom.Was there a plot? Not really, it was just an excuse for nudity and undies.But, you already knew all of that when you sat down to watch this. Because, honestly in film making, they aren't really trying to pass it off as anything other than an excuse to film young naked breasts and you don't really get anything but that.So, why are you reading this? You know exactly what this movie is about. You knew that before you even clicked on this review.But, at least the review is as honest as the movie.If you are expecting more than that, there is something seriously wrong with you.

Wow, what a pile of crap here. I never thought I'd give this a two, but there's so much that has to be bad with this movie; especially for the protagonist, we all get that she's sensitive after what had happened in the previous film - but it seems they give too much of it here. The dream scenes seem mandatory and just drag on through most of the film. And the ending is just the most dreadful part of the movie; it's not scary, it's just foolish. I get there's a lot of people who find this funny, but I don't find it that way - I'll respect the fans of this movie.The only approval of this whole film? THE LET'S BUZZ SONG! Because why not?

Courtney, the younger sister of the survivor from the first movie is now a mature adult, but is suffering from major issues of her own. Her sister is in a mental institution and Courtney keeps having vivid hallucinations about a wannabe rocker with a drill shaped like a guitar. Courtney convinces her Mom to go stay with her friends for a Slumber Party, but her friends get killed off by the killer she sees in her dreams. Is Courtney going crazy? Or is the killer actually real. This is entertaining cheese of the highest degree. It is NOT a good movie, it's terrible, but that's the point! I had a blast with this movie and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is purportedly a sequel, but it doesn't feel like it. The only connection is Courtney and her sister. I'm a guy that hated the first movie and the third sequel, but I love this one. It does a great job of making you wonder if it's reality or all in Courtney's head. I also enjoyed all the horror homages! Sally Burns is a homage to Marilyn Burns of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Courtney & Mrs. Bates (homage to Psycho) We even get Officer Krueger & Voorhies! How cool is that? They even changed the neighbors from the original to "The Craven's" There is some decent psychological stuff here from the killer. It tried to be more than just a cheesy slasher, while keeping the cheese level delightfully high. I appreciated that. This is also filled with everything you love about 80's horror movies! It's filled with gore, nudity, silliness, and hot chicks. And, of course, the dated dialog! I loved it. Gorehounds will be pleased. We get some gory drill deaths, a handburger (No. That's not a typo!) lots of blood and a lot of zitpuss! (yuck) Crystal Bernard makes for a likable lead. She's easy on the eyes and gives a good performance. I liked her a lot. I liked Kimberly McArthur as Amy, too. Why didn't she survive? She was credible and sympathetic. Atanas Ilitch is a hoot as the Driller Killer! This guy was clearly having a blast in his role. He has some great one-liners and I cracked up several times from his performance. "Rock and Roll never dies baby!" Juliette Cummins is one of my favorite horror hotties! Who cares about her performance. In all seriousness, she did fine. Joel Hoffman is one of the most annoying horror characters ever! He was awful as T.J and I wanted to shove my fist down his throat to shut up that annoying voice of his. The ending is actually well done, even if it's confusing. It leaves it up to viewer interpretation. I enjoyed myself thoroughly! I'm a lover of cheesy horror and this one is near the top of my list. How on earth does the original have a higher rating than this movie? I'd rather have my nuts clamped than endure the first and third movie, but I'll watch this one again for sure. Avoid the first and third like the plague! Buy a few beers and have a ball with this bad boy. 5.5/10

It's been eight years since I watched the original "Slumber Party Massacre" and I must have seen another couple of hundred worthless slasher movies in between then and now, so I can't really remember a whole lot about it, except that it was decent horror from the Roger Corman stable; written and directed by feminist ladies. The opening sequences of this sequel immediately somewhat refreshed my memory, though, as we start with a compilation of grisly images of the original during a nightmare flashback and the revelation that the lead girl is the younger sister of the soul surviving heroine. All ready and set for a mindlessly entertaining slasher sequel you'd think, right? Wrong! Incomprehensibly enough, writer/director Deborah Brock totally messed up the easy success formula and delivered one of the most irritating, retarded and pointless horror movies of the 1980's. Instead of visiting her older sister in the asylum, Courtney understandably prefers to spend her birthday weekend with the fellow members of her all-girls pop-rock band at a remote condo. And you know, of course, the first thing a bunch of girls do when they're all alone: dance, pour cheap champagne over each other and take off the bras! Then the insufferable prankster boyfriends show up and one girl struggles with a fiendish facial pimple. But the one major and unforgivable blunder of the film is the absence of - OR – the absurd persona of the killer. I specifically emphasize the word "or" because it's debatable whether the killer is for real or only existing in Courtney's troubled little mind. For nearly three quarters of the running time, the only "horror" situations occur in Courtney's imagination. She sees blood pouring out of the bathtub, severed hands in sandwiches, dead chickens attacking from inside the refrigerator (I kid you not) and an Elvis Presley type of maniac with a drilling tool attached to his already ridiculous guitar. Then, all of a sudden, he actually does step into the room and starts killing off Courtney's friends. If he's real, where did he suddenly come from and why? If he's hallucinated, why does he perform stupid dance rituals and sings lousy songs? Whatever he is, he simultaneously is the most irritating and the least menacing killer of the entire decade. The few good gory murders and above average make-up effects can't rescue this film from sheer idiocy. For some incomprehensible reason, the prettiest (and bustiest) girl of the bunch always keeps her clothes on, which is weird because she – Kimberly McArthur – apparently was a former Playboy Playmate of the Month. Doesn't this title imply guaranteed boobs? I wouldn't go as far to label "Slumber Party Massacre II" the poorest slasher of the eighties, since there's so much irredeemably crap out there ("Appointment with Fear", "Blood Lake", The Stay Awake" …"), but it's definitely bottom 20.