The only thing that differentiates "Slaughter House" from other "slasher" or "dead teenager" films is that in this one, the killer makes oinking and other pig noises whenever he appears. Other than that there's nothing that really stands out from other typical 80's horror films except for the horrendous soundtrack of the film. At times it sounds like someone was banging pots and pans with a wooden spoon and calling it a day. You think I'm joking, but I'm not. Even for hardcore horror fans, there isn't much gore and absolutely no nudity (and if you're going to make a crappy R-Rated movie, at least give me something to garner my interest). The story is so paint-by-numbers that you'll be able to predict every scene, making this an incredibly dull horror film. (On VHS, August 18, 2012)
Review of Slaughterhouse
